Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on an individual basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now learning to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
The characters in DOG-LOVING CAMP GIRLS are a case in point. Their story is one of real importance for our hung-up society. It is a story well worth the reading if we are ever to understand our own sexuality.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Isn't he dreamy?"
"Don't say it so loud!"
"I wouldn't mind having him ... fuck me!"
"Teri Beddingfield!"
Wendy Urban looked at her best friend with wide eyes, wiping her sweaty palms on the sides of her shorts. They were standing some thirty feet from the boat landing, the broad mountain lake stretching out before them. A young, thick-muscled blond man in a tight-fitting bathing suit was kneeling on the ground, his attention fixed on the bottom of a small rowboat.
"Well, I wouldn't," Teri said, pursing her lips together and tilting her head back. "At least I admit it. I see you giving him goo-goo eyes. I'll bet you feel real hot between your legs when...." She finished her sentence with a giggle.
"I'm not going to listen to this."
Wendy was getting warm between her legs. She felt a strange kind of itchy heat concentrating in the furry bundle between her thighs, especially when her eyes swept over the smooth, tanned body of Paul Jackson, chief camp counselor.
"It's the only thing interesting in this dumb camp," Teri said petulantly, picking up a stick and hurling it against a near-by pine. "There's nothing to do up here. The boys over there are goofy."
"There isn't much," Wendy admitted, somewhat ashamed of the way she was reacting to this conversation.
Teri was her very best friend since childhood. They had shared all kinds of secrets together. But now, well. There was something secret, something she almost wanted to keep hidden from Teri-the way she felt about Paul Jackson. How her flesh crawled. How that tiny squiggle the girls at school called a clit tingled whenever he talked to her. It was then Wendy felt weak, felt her knees shaking, felt as if she were going to fall forward right into his arms.
"I'll bet you wouldn't mind sneaking off to his cabin at night if you weren't so hung up on sex," Teri said, shuffling behind her friend as they turned from the mountain lake and threaded their way through the forest back to camp.
"Yes, I would. You know my mother and how she, she feels about those kind of things!"
It was true. Jennifer Urban had almost been puritanical in the bringing up of her daughter. Men were considered animals, beings who wanted to snake up between a woman's legs and get one thing only. And it had been true of her father, whoever he was. Jennifer had told her daughter early about her seduction, about the man who promised her everything then ran away the moment he heard she was pregnant.
Wendy admitted her mother was a strong woman to have cared for her alone, as well as work. But surely sex couldn't be all that bad. So many people did it, even out of the marriage bed.
The girl sighed, feeling her nipples growing stiff, turgid, rubbing against the tight-fitting white cotton halter that barely kept her thunderous tits in check. Wendy was a full developed, mature, young woman who was aching with curiosity, hot to know if fucking was really all that bad. She sighed heavily, brushing back her long blonde hair and stepped carefully over a fallen log.
"It is pretty up here," she said, smelling the sweet scent of pine in the air.
Peering through the thick growth of trees she could see the surrounding Sierras, a few of them still capped with the late spring snow.
"I can see that in the movies," Teri retorted, stopping and looking around too. "Uh-oh, there's that Miss Wilson with some of the guys from the other camp."
A tall blonde woman stood in the center of the cleared camp ground, her arms folded tightly over her chest. She was bending forward, listening to several of the teenagers talking all at once. A flicker of irritation washed over her face as she adjusted her tight-fitting Levi shorts.
"There they are," one of the boys shouted.
"Oh, hell, it's that creepy Bobby Harrington," Teri muttered under her breath, smiling and waving down at the group.
"Come on, let's go," Wendy sighed, picking her way carefully down the steep incline that led to the camp grounds.
There were several cabins laid in a broad circle around a dirt clearing, a larger building to the right that served as an administration office and dining hall. Janie Wilson turned and saw the two young girls descending toward her and smiled. She was having a difficult time with these two anxious young boys and was glad Ten and Wendy were around to take them off her hands. Being a camp counselor for the summer wasn't all she thought it would be.
"Hi, Wendy," the first boy said, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back and forth on his heels.
"Hi."
It was Brad Jackson, a tall, dark-haired youth who had just made quarterback on the high school football team. He had been watching Wendy for months, waiting for her to give him some sign of encouragement. He hoped up here in the mountains he'd have a better chance. His buddy, Joe Bergman, also had the hots, but for Teri.
Wendy's eyes dropped again, this time taking in the hefty bulge between the football player's legs. It was something she was starting to notice on all men, something that didn't please her all that much. Was she turning into a whore, a slut, as her mother would call her? She could see the outline of his cock, its head pressing against the front of his swim shorts. The girl swallowed and forced her eyes away from him, praying to God no one noticed her embarrassment, her confusion.
"Why don't you all take a walk down to the lake," Janie suggested, stepping back toward the large administrative building." I have some paper work to do. You can talk about the dance coming up next week. And remember, girls, curfew at six o'clock and dinner at seven."
"Nice ass," Joe whispered, rubbing his fingers lightly over his crotch, watching Janie's buns jiggling in her shorts.
"You guys," Teri said, overhearing the comment. She gave him a hard stare, narrowing her eyes while purposely pushing her crotch forward. The movement wasn't lost on Joe.
"Hey, come on, let's go back to the lake," Joe said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Yeah, come on, Wendy. We found a neat spot not too far from our camp," Brad said.
The girls and boys were kept about one mile apart. The separating wooded terrain was well-patrolled by counselors like Janie.
"Well, I guess it's all right," the girl said, shrugging her shoulders and following Teri and Joe. Brad was eyeing her strangely. For the first time, the girl wished she hadn't worn such tight-fitting clothes today.
Back at the office Janie was having problems of her own. Paul, the good-looking male counselor, was back in the office leaning against her desk. She tried to keep her eyes down, away from his handsome face, his hard-muscled body, but still she could feel his presence like a glow all over her body. Crossing her legs the twenty-four-year-old woman felt the slippery rub of her cuntlips, felt her labes swelling with blood while her tit tips were growing hard and thick. It was wrong, so wrong for her to feel like this, especially here at camp.
"That damned boat won't be ready for another few days," Paul said, apparently oblivious to Janie's problem. He ran his fingers through his long blond hair. "They buy a camp, then don't give us money to run it. Guess I'll go back and see what I can do about the landing. Looks like that's coming apart, too. Oh, by the way, you don't mind if I keep Pal here, do you?" He was going for the door. Janie flinched, her fingers closing tightly around a pencil. She didn't like that dog.
"No, of course not," the woman replied in a strangely deep voice.
"He hasn't been feeling too well, lately. Josh is doing better since he got bit by that 'coon last Thursday."
Josh and Pal. They were two regulars at the camp-at least since Paul had been up here running it in the summers. They acted as part-time baby sitters and full-time guard dogs. They seemed friendly with everyone, even Janie. But there was something about them, something lately that made the woman cringe whenever .she was with them.
Thank God she had never been alone with the dogs, at least until now. No, she didn't want to have Pal in the office with her. But what could she do? How could she explain her uneasiness to Paul without appearing foolish. "Here, boy."
Paul had opened the door. In stepped a young black and white German shepherd male, his bushy tail wagging friendlily back and forth while his ears pricked forward. He was licking Paul's arms and hands, growling playfully, his big paws padding over the wooden floor. Janie rubbed her hands briskly over her upper arms and tried to smile.
"He won't be any trouble," Paul said, scratching the large animal behind the ears. "I'll be back in a few hours to pick him up. He's been fed, so you shouldn't have problems."
"But, oh, never mind," Janie said, sighing and sitting back behind her desk.
There was more than enough paperwork to keep her busy, more than enough to keep her mind off Paul, off the dog.
Fucking. It was on her mind as much as it was on the girls'. It had been a long time since she had been with a man. Janie had only been eighteen when it had happened. Her cousin Billie had shown her the ropes, taken her off to a field and worked her over so much she couldn't tell up from down.
Janie pushed her chair back a bit and closed her eyes, feeling that wonderful, awful sensation of a burning itch between her legs. Yes, it had been just like that out in the field when Billie had taken her clothes off, told her everything would be all right, and fucked her.
She had to stop thinking like that. All summer long they fucked, both of them being very careful not to get her pregnant. But then the summer was over, fall and guilt set in and Janie swore she would never sleep with a man unless they were married. That was eight years ago. And now, with men like Paul around, Janie was having a hard time keeping her promise to herself.
"What do you want?"
She noticed the animal standing in front of her desk, his furry big head tilted to one side while his ears were edged back. She saw those black nostrils quivering as they were sniffing at something. It was then she realized, to her shame and horror, that she was juicing herself, wetting her shorts. This was getting out of hand! Janie sat back down, curling the edge of some papers with her shaking fingers.
"Get back down, down," Janie whispered, feeling her throat tightening.
This was foolish. Why should she feel nervous in front of this animal? He was only a dog, a silly animal, incapable of hurting her. And if he tried something all she had to do was call out for help. Janie picked up her pen and started writing again. It was no good! Her hands were too unsteady, her mind too filled with thoughts of fucking, of sex.
It started as a warm, electric shock somewhere along her thighs, turning into a far more concentrated feeling when it reached her cunt. The woman could feel the slick tissues rubbing against one another when she shifted position in her chair. Every square inch of her lithe body seemed alive with sensation now. Glancing down once more, she saw that Pal had moved forward an inch or two. She could see his body was tense, the muscles quivering, the long hair on the back of his neck standing up. He was poised as if to attack. Janie felt a chill of horror rush through her body. She was going to get out of here as soon as she could!
"Get away!"
The young woman slipped from behind her desk, feeling weak. Oh, if only she hadn't given in so easily and had insisted Paul keep his damned dog outside where he belonged!
"Get AWAY!"
But Pal stood his ground, a long low throaty growl coming from his mouth. Janie stopped, her hand to her throat. She had heard about wolves around here, had heard about some people being attacked by wild animals. But that was out there up in the mountains without any guides, or protection. She was here in the middle of a camp ground, surrounded by all these people. Surely the animal wouldn't try anything with her.
"Back, Pal, back. You don't want to hurt me, do you?"
Her voice sounded so small, so tiny, so insigificant. The animal's ears pricked up at the sound of her voice. His growl stopped, followed by a whimper. The door. Of course! It was silly of her to think the dog could keep her away from safety. All she had to do was simply walk by him and open the door.
"Back," she said, moving around the desk.
The animal moved quickly, swarming around her legs. Janie stopped, feeling a damp nose on her calf, then halfway up her thigh. She cried out, falling back, her firm ass pressing against the front edge of her desk. Oh, it had been so simple. All she had had to do was run for the door. But now that movement seemed impossible. Something was happening to her, something that made her sick. A swarm of half-formed thoughts drifted across her mind. Was she turning on? Was she enjoying the fact that Pal was smelling her, making advances toward her?
"No, oh no!"
There were names for women like that, women who enjoyed going to bed with animals. She had heard about people who did that sort of thing. But it was usually for money. Men enjoyed watching them degrade themselves like that. God only knows why, but Janie had heard that watching a woman make it with a dog turned them on. Well, she wasn't one of those kind of women. No, no, it was impossible. She was a normal woman, deprived of human warmth, perhaps, but a normal woman nonetheless!
"NO!"
She slapped downward as the animal made a muted, growling noise and nosed between her legs. She leaned back, her legs rubbing over the wood of the desk, her fingers digging into the soft blotter behind her. Yes, oh yes, it was wonderful, maddening to feel something touching her there again, licking her. She remembered how her cousin used to hold her legs apart with his strong hands while he wedged his head between her thighs. Yes, oh yes, how good his mouth had felt cupping over her young, fuzzy, hot cunt, sucking hard. How wonderful his tongue had been as it stiffened and wiggled up and down her furry slit. How she had danced her ass over his jacket! How the world seemed to explode all around her while he ate out her pussy, then climbed on top of her, slipping that long nine-inch cock into her cunt! Yes, oh yes, her mother would have died if she had known what she and her cousin were doing! That had to be the best, most wonderful summer of her life! "Oh God, stop it!"
Once more she slapped down when she felt his snout slip between her thighs. She tried to kick at him, but he swirled easily behind the desk. Maybe he's gone, she thought, pushing herself from the desk and heading toward the door. Outside Janie could hear children playing. If they only knew what their precious counselor was doing!
"NO!"
Pal moved up to her. She felt his hot breath on the inner surfaces of her thighs. She felt strangely giddy, weak. What was it that made him touch her like that? Did he really smell her? Yes, that had to be it. He was a' dog, a dumb animal, probably always in heat. He could smell her. Oh, God, yes!
"Pal, get back!"
Unconsciously Janie felt herself locking the door. No, no one would come in and find her like this-her face flushed, her hair hanging in her eyes while the dog was prowling around her aroused cunt. She had to compose herself, get herself under control. What if Paul were to come back? No, she would die of shame! Janie covered her face with both hands, leaning against the rustic wooden door, wondering what she should do. "Filthy, terrible dog!"
But she did nothing to get him away. He was still rubbing against her. Janie staggered away from the door and moved to her desk chair again, sitting down hard, her legs spread widely apart. Pal trotted after her, his tail tucked between his hindquarters.
The woman leaned back, her eyes closed, her fingers clenching and unclenching. She was entering a new world, a wild one she knew nothing of. Her legs rubbed sensuously against the chair's cushion as the dog positioned himself between her thighs and shoved up. Paul, the thoughts of her cousin, of her former fucking, all of it was making her so confused, so disoriented. Pal's nose pushed hotly against her cuntal mound again. The woman felt the nylon of her panties pressing up into the puffy lips of her cunt.
"Oh no, nooo...."
What was she doing? Janie found herself unbuttoning her shorts, loosening them around her thighs, shoving them down to her knees. The woman was drawing her shaking fingers up and down her thighs, touching her belly, touching her tits that pressed hard against the halter. Why was she growing so weak? Why were her shoulders shaking so? The woman opened her eyes and looked around at the other empty desks around her, at the various animal heads stuffed and hanging from the knotty pine walls. It was all so primitive, as primitive as the feeling coursing through her mind and body now. "Horrible, awful!"
She was panting, panting like a damned dog. Janie grasped frantically at the edge of the desk as the animal butted his head against her thighs. Drawing her legs together briefly, she snaked out of her shorts, kicking them away. She couldn't help herself now. Something dark and terrible inside her had taken over her mind, had turned her into a slut, a whore, just as her mother had warned many years ago.
The animal could sense her surrender. Janie knew it and nearly fainted from the growing heat tightening her cunt. She could smell herself now, smell the musky cunt juice that seeped from her body. She could tell Pal liked it. He was after that, nothing else. He was just a dog, a carnal, primal lusting animal from the woods. God only knows what would happen to her if she should go out for a nature walk now. Half the animals in the forest....
Horrible, awful thought!
"Oh Pal, oh God, why, why?" she sobbed, her head falling back as the dog continued his pursuit.
CHAPTER TWO
"Bad, bad ... ughhhoooo ... bad doggie."
Her words had no effect on the excited animal. Pal's tongue was lapping noisily at her crotch. She could feel the damp nylon being stretched away from her cunt, and the hot, slick surface of the dog's tongue grazing over one exposed cuntlip. It was unbelievable. How could she have sunk this low?
Pal was licking her fingers, nuzzling at them with an eagerness that startled her. He was getting bolder now, pressing his powerful tongue against the nylon, forcing her cuntlips apart.
No, no, this couldn't be. It couldn't happen to her! She wasn't that kind of woman.
Janie got up, pushing herself from the chair, feeling as if her body was weighed down with lead. Gasping, clutching at the desk, she tried to make her way to the bathroom. Her shorts were twisted around her ankles, making her stumble. Stretching out one hand, the woman caught herself just in time, bracing herself against a cork bulletin board.
"Oh God, God in heaven, help me!"
Janie needed help against herself as the dog wagged his tail friendlily and kept up his pursuit. He moved around, sniffing up her body, touching her ankles with his tongue. Then he moved in on the target of his lust. The sudden, scalding pressure of his tongue as it peeled her cuntlips apart a second time, nearly brought her to her knees. She felt the soaked nylon being pushed aside, stretched with the wetness of his spit. The animal growled low in his throat and braced his paws on the floor as he shoved up and in.
Janie's knees shook. Leaning against the wall, the woman pressed her tits against the bulletin board. Tacks came out of the cork, and papers fluttered to the floor as she rubbed her body from side to side. The woman braced her knees against the plaster, moaning into the wood as her will slowly ebbed away.
One wet lick rubbed over her clit. Janie bit blood from her bottom Up.
What was she letting happen. Had she lost her mind? This was a dog, a dog! Couldn't she manage to get that through her head? She was letting an animal touch her in places where she didn't even let men touch her. And she was in the middle of a summer camp, and had a position of responsibility .She tried to keep thinking of that responsibility, of the trust the parents had given her. But all she could think of was that tongue, that wonderful, slowly licking tongue, doing marvelous things to her cunt.
She turned around and tried slapping down at the dog. It was useless. Her eyes were out of focus-her entire mind was out of focus. She couldn't pull away from him, couldn't make him stop. She felt her ass rubbing from side to side against the wall. Several times she looked out the window, the shades weren't even drawn! All anyone had to do was peer. What a sight they would see! Their counselor with her shorts wrapped around her ankles being licked off by a big German shepherd!
Somehow she managed to get away from the wall, stumbling over the floor, hitting the chair and falling, sliding across the floor. The animal barked and pounced. Janie screamed, covering her face with both hands. Then realized he was going to try to mount her, to fuck her like some stray bitch.
"Get off me ... get off...."
She curled her fingers into two fists, beating at him, clamping her thighs. The dog growled, barking so loudly the terrified woman was sure someone outside would hear it and come in to investigate.
No one came, thank God!
He was growling again and the sound of his voice made her tremble. She chilled, staring into those big brown eyes, feeling the warm fur tickling the sides of her legs. She had to look away. She was staring at the image of herself, at the image of a woman in heat.
Pal started licking her again. She moved her legs apart, kicking off her shorts. He licked up her navel, dragging his tongue up over her smooth skin, then back down again. She was on her elbows looking at him with fear and confusion. Oh, how her cunt ached from the tension of lust she had felt for the past month. And now she was suffering from a wet attack from Pal.
To be excited by a dog? Yes, it was vile, awful. How could she possibly rationalize this in her mind?
"Oh God, please ... don't ... ohhh God, no, no...."
The dog was making passes at her again, barking. His tongue went along the inside of her thighs. Why did it feel so wild? It was just like when her cousin had done that same thing. Oh, how she remembered those magic fingers, the way he held her and stroked her pussy while sucking her tits. They had done nearly everything a man and woman could do together that wonderful summer.
"Awful, no, no!"
Pal was trying to reach her drenched panties again. His tongue brushed the narrow band of nylon stretched over her cuntal mound. It was unreal. Janie felt herself moving down toward him, pushing her hips forward. The dog whimpered, seeing she was growing more and more excited. He shoved his long nose from side to side, increasing the friction. That material stretched against her inner cuntlips, forcing them wide apart.
There were more sounds of playing outside. Janie didn't care, thinking only of the hot throbbing between her legs.
"NO!"
Using her last ounce of strength, the woman caught the animal's head between her hands, pushing him away from her spit-soaked cunt.
"You can't, you can't."
Why couldn't she make him understand? Why wouldn't he obey her as easily as he obeyed Paul? But then Paul wasn't in this kind of heat.
"No."
Her command sounded ridiculous, insipid. The woman sucked in a ragged breath. Pal opened his mouth and sank his fangs into her cuntal mound. She could feel the tendons and muscle tissues separating from the pressure. Her flesh crawled deliciously as the sharp edges of the dog's teeth brushed over her skin. Janie threw her head back, feeling the sweep of her long blonde hair over her shoulderblades. Digging her fingernails into the floor, she raised her ass a few inches off the wood. The way he was treating her, touching her, drove her insane. Jerking to one side, she struck her head against the desk, feeling the room spinning dizzyingly around her.
"No, oh no!"
She had to get away from the animal, the pursuing beast. She was edging her way toward the bathroom. There she would be safe, safe from his probing snout, his tongue and paws.
Janie knew she was rocketing toward orgasm. But for the sake of her own sanity she couldn't let herself cum in the dog's mouth. Pal opened his jaws again, his hot breath blowing through her cuntal curls, his claws scraping along the white flesh of her thighs. He was crawling along with her, creeping and prowling like some kind of primal beast. Her senses reeled with the rubbing of his tongue over her pussy. Janie put a hand down to her cuntal mound. She felt the spit-wet hairs, felt his tongue licking at her pussy, then at her hand. Oh God, what on earth was she doing? "No, no, get away!"
This time she managed to kick Pal in the snout. Taking advantage of his surprise, Janie rolled over and started crawling across the floor, dragging her legs behind her, paralyzed with lust. Gasping, crying, sobbing, Janie focused on the opened bathroom door. If only she could get that far.
"BACK!"
He had jumped on her ass, shoved his snout under one of the legbands of her twisted panties. He was sneaking his nose in there, trying to get at her hot pussy. Kicking with all her might, the desperately crazed woman was doing her best to get away from Pal.
She could see the gleam of the chrome supports of the sink, the pedestal of the toilet bowl.
She dragged herself forward on her belly while the animal yipped and danced at her feet. Her pussy was almost completely exposed now. The animal made another move, pushing part of his cold, black muzzle into her cunt.
"UGNHHHHH!"
That was the triggering device, the thing that finally set her off. Lying there on the floor, Janie felt her cunt explode, blossoming into a series of mind-blowing spasms. She was cumming wildly. The steady pulsing itch in her cunt turned into a mindless series of spasms. Her cuntlips were hot and red, while her clit burned like a tiny flame.
No, no, it couldn't be happening, not really! But it was. She was cumming in the dog's mouth, actually climaxing in Pal's jaws. The thought was nearly overwhelming. She jerked and bucked, her knees striking either side of the doorway. Behind her she could hear the German shepherd growling, still trying to get at her cunt. The squishing of her slick, cuntal labes drove her wild, and enticed the dog further. Jolts of white heat shot through her.
"Cum, cummmmmm...."
The word was beautiful. It had been so wonderful. Thrilling spasms of lust rocked her body as the fire storm raced up and down her belly.
"Oh God, God!"
It was so good. So awfully good Janie was sure it was going to kill her. She slid her hands down, cupping her fingers over her convulsing cuntal mound. She could feel the slick muscles contracting, rippling against her moving fingers. Curling them, she scratched her nails over the slippery folds of her pussy, banging her head against the door, kicking at the dog who was still trying to stick his tongue up her snatch. "Oh, oh, ohhhhh!"
Her nipples pulsed in time with her twitching clit. God, dear God, why did it last so long? Was it because she hadn't had a man in years?
Her thoughts exploded into a myriad of colors. When she opened her eyes again, Janie found herself half wrapped around the supports of the sink. She pushed herself up, shaking her head, trying to focus her thoughts. It was late. Paul was sure to be back soon for his dog. The dog!
Janie panicked, looking around nervously. Pal was curled in a corner, licking himself. How she hated that animal, hated him for bringing out her perverted sexuality. If she had had a gun, she would have pointed it right at his head and....
Janie put her hands to her lips, stumbling up, straightening her panties. She could hear some of the kids outside calling Paul's name. He was coming up the path from the lake to fetch that awful mutt of his! Frantically Janie stumbled forward, pushing back her chair, bending down and picking up her shorts. She was still dizzy from her powerful orgasm, still disoriented from the wildness of her cum. She stepped into her briefs, and buttoned them up just in time.
Brushing back her hair, Janie eyed the dog nervously, as she moved forward to unbolt the door.
"Sorry," she said, laughing uneasily.
Did he notice anything? Did he suspect what she had been doing? She had to fake it, to look like she'd been working on reports.
"Locking the door? There's no one around going to break in," Paul said, ruffing up Pal's fur. The dog whimpered, licking his master's hand.
"Oh, some of the kids were coming in and bothering me. I couldn't get any work done," Janie said a little breathlessly.
She was leaning against the desk, digging her nails into the blotter. She had to have some rest, some time to get her thoughts in order. She felt shame and confusion and, most of all, impatience with herself. She was too old, too respectable for this kind of thing. While she stood there, bracing herself for support, she felt a warm glow wash over her tits and belly. Yes, she had to get rid of him so she could sort out what had just happened.
"Well, I hope ol' Pal here didn't mess around too much. He usually likes getting into things, if you know what I mean," Paul said, glancing up at the young blonde.
The words stung her pride. If only he knew just how truthful they were!
"I've got all these reports to do, Paul. I'd better get back to them," she said, managing to keep her voice at an even level.
"Sure, well, yeah, talk to you later," he said, scratching the back of his head and shrugging. "Thanks again for the baby sitting."
Janie remained at the desk, afraid the dog might do something that would give everything away. But nothing happened. The big German shepherd trotted out behind his master, his tail high in the air.
"Thank God!" the girl whispered, closing the door behind them.
She had to have a drink. Some liquor would ease the itching between her legs. Even after what had happened she was still horny, still hot. Just having Paul walk in turned her on. She would need plenty of liquor to sleep tonight.
"Thank God he didn't come in any sooner," she whispered, her words echoing in the room. "I'll kill that dog if he goes after me again, I'll kill him, so help me!"
Sitting down, she pushed the reports to one side. How could she work with this hanging over her head. Burying her face in her hands, she fought for control of her thoughts. Soon it would be time for curfew and she'd have to patrol the grounds. And now, of all times, her mind was going wild!
* * *
In the woods, Wendy and Brad became separated from the other couple. They were skirting the south side of the lake, threading their way carefully through the underbrush.
Wendy had fallen twice, nearly twisting her ankle. The young blonde wasn't particularly ready for a nature hike. It was getting dark and she was growing more and more uncomfortable being out alone with Brad. She had the feeling he had something on his mind other than the scenery. They were sitting on a log by a small eddy. She was holding a long weed in her hands, rolling it listlessly from finger to finger, wondering when they were going to start back to camp.
"Pretty out here," Brad said, looking steadily at Wendy.
The girl let the weed drop from her hands, stretching her arms behind her, leaning backwards. Wendy could feel her shorts stretching against her cunt. She wondered if Brad could see the outline of her pussylips through her blue shorts. They had dressed so hurriedly this morning neither she nor Teri had put on panties.
"Yes, I guess so," the girl said rather listlessly.
Why were boys so indecisive? She had had many discussions with Teri about that. Why did girls have to wait for them to make the first move? Didn't they feel the same way when they were excited?
At first the thought of letting Brad "do anything" had made her a little nervous. Then, while sitting there by the lake, Wendy thought of Paul and felt a shiver of excitement tickle its way through her cunt. She could feel her clit getting hard, pushing up from the surrounding wet flesh, it was becoming harder for her to breathe, and to swallow. And, while Brad wasn't Paul, he was handsome and well-built and, most importantly, available. She knew he was stumbling around for the right words, the right sentence. If only she could help him without appearing too anxious. That would ruin her reputation.
"I'll bet there isn't anyone around here for miles," Brad said, his eyes dropping to her crotch.
Wendy felt her heart beating faster, sweat oozing down from her armpits. He noticed! She was sure of it!
"Probably not. It's sure been hot around here lately."
Wendy fell back a little more, letting her legs fall apart. She was a shameless little slut, doing something like this, doing everything but falling to her knees and begging him to fuck her. Yes, that's what she wanted, what she needed. A few minutes ago Wendy had been thinking about going back to camp. But now the girl wanted to find out what it was like to fuck, to get skewered by a cock.
"Yeah, real hot," he panted, leaning forward just a little.
Wendy felt moist down there, absolutely glowing with sexual heat. Brad's eyes were on her, burning into her.
"Come on, Wendy, let's cut the crap and do it." And with that the girl's first fuck began.
CHAPTER THREE
Brad pulled her off the log, leading her like a puppet over to a small clearing closer to the lake. Wendy looked around her, wondering if there was anyone around staring at them. "What if somebody's here and-"
"Nobody's here to see us," Brad said, holding her tightly.
Wendy shivered. She felt a hand circling her small neck. He was rubbing his fingers there, rubbing them up under the lobes of her ears. The girl found herself pushing back against that wonderful feeling.
"Oh, don't, please ... don't!"
"You want this as bad as I do, Wendy," Brad said.
He was rubbing his groin against hers, his fingers rubbing down her neck to her shoulders. She was feeling hot all over. A strange kind of warm sensation washed over her cunt. She could feel her pussy growing hot and wet, swelling open with excitement. Her flesh was shivering, crawling with excitement.
She was going to do it! The young girl had set her mind to it and she was going to-fuck! It would be all right out here in the open. There would be no one around to see them, except the animals.
Wendy felt the hot bulge of Brad's cock trapped in his jeans shoving up against her belly. He was so tall, so big! Of course he was no Paul, but he was certainly better than nothing. The young blonde raised her arms and draped them weakly over his shoulders. She was spinning around and around. Her head tilted back slightly and Brad caught it and pressed his lips against hers, driving his tongue into her mouth. Wendy babbled happily into his mouth, squeezing her ass when she felt his big hands rubbing over her.
"Oh yes, yesss....
Wendy was more than a little afraid. But she was also excited past the point of rationality. She wanted him on top of her, fucking her, driving her legs apart, trenching out her pussy with that fat cock of his.
"Come on...."
The next thing Wendy knew she was on the ground, rolling around with the big football player. The trees overhead were rustling with a faint breeze from the lake. Dead leaves stuck to her flesh while she rubbed the backs of her legs over the prickly grass. It was happening so fast. It was hard for the blonde teen to catch her breath.
"Oh, please, please...."
Wendy was on her stomach, how, she didn't know. Hands were unbuttoning her shorts. Wendy gasped as the material was skinned down over her plump asscheeks. She felt the breeze play over her ass flesh, making her skin pucker up into goose pimples. The girl tried to catch Brad's wrists, but she felt the shorts being pulled down her thighs, over her knees, over her toes, gone!
"What ... what ...?"
Brad was so strong! The next thing she knew his face was wedged between her asscheeks. The young woman gasped, her jaws slackened, and her eyes popped open. Stretching out both hands, the blonde found herself clawing at the dirt, tearing out fistfuls of grass while wriggling her ass from side to side. It was awful, terrible. And yet the touch of his stubbled chin and cheeks rubbing against the inward curves of her ass drove her wild, creating a hot flash of excitement that rippled through her clit. Yes, yes, it was wild, maddening! She was digging her knees into the soft ground, moaning like some bitch-dog in heat as Brad's tongue flicked up and down, tickling the sensitive flesh of her asshole.
He was touching her shitter, moving his tongue over the wrinkled flesh, actually shoving it down, in toward her bowels. At the same time Brad was smoothing his fingers over her ass, pinching the soft, resilient white flesh. Wendy could feel his teeth scraping over her asshole, biting gently, teasingly, into her soft assflesh.
His mouth was going down now, down, down toward her pussy. Wendy felt every nerve-ending stretching down to his tongue, yearning for the touch of it. She felt streams of his spittle dribbling down her asscrack as he continued eating out her asshole, frenching her ass while stroking the upper regions of her cunt.
He touched her clit! The thought that a man was touching her there made Wendy shiver again with excitement. How had Brad learned so much? He was just a little older than she. It made her wonder about all those cheerleaders at school and some of the stories surrounding them!
More motion, more movement of his hands. Brad had rolled her over onto her back. Now his head was wedged between her white, shivering thighs. Propping herself up on her elbows Wendy stared heavy-lidded down at the young athlete. He was eating her out, actually eating her out! Wendy had heard some of the girls talking about this at school. Some of them said they even went so far as to suck their boyfriends' cocks! That was going too far, or so it seemed to Wendy right now. But this, this was wonderful! The blonde teen let her head fall back, sucked in lungfuls of air as Brad's tongue wriggled back and forth in her cuntal slit.
Birds wheeled overhead and Wendy could hear the faint sound of animals scurrying about the woods, frightened by her cries and groans. She felt her chest heave as Brad moved his head from side to side, burrowing deeper between her cuntlips.
She felt the juices of her cunt seeping down her asscrack, mixing with his spit. The tickling of his tongue was so much more delicate than she had thought possible. She had never conceived it possible that a man could really his mouth against her mushy, musky little pussy. And he wasn't just touching and kissing it, either. She felt him run his tongue along the tops of her labes, rimming her cuntal mouth with the tip of his tongue. She stiffened in embarrassed fright, but then the thrill washed over, blasting away any hesitation.
"Ohhhhh, what are you doing?"
Brad was experienced, at least more experienced than she was! Teri knew some of the cheerleaders very well. She'd have to ask her best friend about them. What did those girls do with the team after the game? The thought of all those men fucking all those girls brought a shivery moan to her lips.
He was holding her cuntlips apart with his fingers as he scoured each steamy hollow with his tongue. He was exploring her, tonguing all the curves and hollows. His strong fingers pushed into her muscles just above her knees. He was spreading her apart inch by delicious, excruciating inch. She felt as if she were being torn in two, and yet the tension of his fingers against her flesh added to the steady friction of his mouth against her cunt.
"It's so good, so awfully good," the girl groaned.
"It's gonna get better," Brad gasped, pulling back from her pussy and picking out several blonde hairs from between his teeth.
Without thinking, Wendy started moving her hips when he dropped his face back down to her crotch. It was impossible for her not to move.
Something had taken over the girl, and bleached out what little morality remained. She was too hot to worry about things like morality and modesty. That tongue, that devilish tongue of his, was turning her into a true bitch!
The young woman moaned once more, feeling the prickly touch of the grass against her asscrack and shitter. She felt her fine hairs tangling around her neck and ears as Brad moved up and kissed her belly. When his tongue snaked into her navel and played with the sunken hole, she shivered uncontrollably, digging her fingernails into his dark hair.
"Oh, don't do that anymore, Brad. I ... I'm afraid. I don't ... don't want to go any further!"
Brad made her sit up. He was reaching behind her, loosening her halter, skinning her top off. Wendy's arms were weak, flopping over her head as he pulled the tight garment up. It slid over her thunderous tits, frictioned against the throbbing nipples.
"Oh yeah, man, nice big tits," he said, letting her lay down again.
"You're ... oh God, you're killing me!"
Wendy thought her heart was going to burst! His knees pressing against hers, he was moving up, his hands on either side of her shoulders. She felt his breath against her upper belly, then against her tits. Slowly dropping his head, Brad began licking her nipples with his light, teasing touch. Wendy shuddered, wallowing her shoulders in the dirt. Then he opened his mouth and cupped his lips over one nipple, sucking hard. Nibbling at the tender flesh teasingly, Brad bit down a little harder, drawing her tit tip fully into his mouth.
Wendy arched her back, rubbing her legs against the ground. He was sucking hard, flicking his tongue over the pulsing tit tip until she thought he was going to tear it right off. At the same time he was fingering her other tit, plucking his thumb over the dark-red nipple until it was very stiff and throbbing. More juice seeped from her cunt, wetting the sides of her thighs.
Wendy felt floods of hot juice wetting her fuzzy cuntlips. Brad ran one finger gingerly down along her pussy, purposely keeping his touch light and feathery. Wendy had closed her legs, but his touch brought a moan from deep inside her and she parted them to let him find her clit. He rolled a thumb back and forth until she found herself clinging to him like a drowning baby. She was whimpering, begging him with little grunts to touch her all over, to fuck her.
"Don't."
"You want me to eat you out again, don't cha?" He pushed her legs farther apart, her cunt peeled all the way open by the strain of her parted knees.
He was caressing her firm little ass, his tickling touch bringing shudders of pleasure from her lips. Her cunt was halved over his mouth now. He brought his head down, until she heard her soppy cunt lips against his chin.
"God, ohhhhhhh God!"
She was high, dizzy, falling through an exploding cloud of touch and taste and smell. Her thin arms were still wrapped around his shoulders while she felt his teeth cutting along the edges of her inner cuntlips. She threw her head back and groaned.
She didn't even know this guy very well and there they were, doing things she could hardly believe. Brad-he was so damned sexy, in spite of his young age. Of course, Paul would have been better. Paul! Just thinking about him doing this kind of thing to her made the girl shiver with delight.
"Oh God, God!"
Wendy felt Brad's tongue move searchingly along her crack, spearing into her cunt like a cock. It stabbed up, then pulled slowly back. He was tasting her insides!
Wendy blushed in horror and shame. There seemed to be something awful in the thought that a man was smelling her, tasting her. It was too intimate. And what was it like for him? Did he like it? She guessed he did, by the way he was touching and caressing her. She could tell Brad loved it by the way his fingers danced on her flesh, tracing her backbone and small waist. "No, oh, God, no!"
"You dig it, really dig it, don't cha? Man, you could do this all fuckin' day, right?"
"No, no, you're wrong!"
Her panting told the truth despite her words. He was licking hungrily at her clit, making her hips move up and down faster, pressing her weight up against him. She was actually fucking his tongue. Fucking herself against his face!
"Man, you're somethin' else, baby. You want cockmeat bad!"
"No, no...."
Did she know what she wanted? All the blonde teen knew was that she was hot and excited. His teeth cut her more and more and she liked it. She started pumping her ass in the steady, hunching spasms of fucking.
"Oh, yeah, baby, move that ass, move it good," Brad sighed.
He was turning into something else, too, some kind of wild animal about to fuck her. Good, she wanted that, wanted the feeling of a male dominating her, dragging her back into the caves and having his way with her. The thought that she was helpless, pinned to the ground by this wildeyed savage thrilled her.
Wendy was fucking his mouth hard. It was hard to believe how the tiny tickle between her thighs was building. She plunged around like a wild mare, her dancing ass pounding the ground.
Gasps broke from her throat. Brad's fingers had snaked under her, and were rubbing the hollows of her thighs. Wendy burned for him to finger her cunt while he licked. Brad seemed to know this and slipped two fingers together and slid them into her convulsing pussy.
There was something about a man touching and feeling her there while he licked her that sent the girl spinning off in the direction of a wild orgasm. Maybe it was something her mother had said, something about people touching each other's privates that excited and terrified her. All she knew was that the combined sensation of his fingers and his mouth nearly drove her mad!
"Please...."
The girl couldn't even tell him what she wanted him to do. Her mouth was as dry as cotton, her throat tight, her chest threatening to cave in. She was drooling and tossing her head. He was fucking in and out of her with his closed fingers, as he sucked her clit between his teeth.
The teen could hardly hold herself still enough for him to work. But when the tickle became too teasing, Wendy forced herself to quit bucking so Brad could eat her cunt better. He worked his fingers hard between her labes, sticking them into her body. He was digging against her soft cuntal lining, plowing his fingers against the wet folds.
Wendy had no control over herself. The feverish, itching chills of orgasm were beginning between her legs. She held the sides of Brad's head as her ass writhed to get all of his mouth, tongue and chin inside. The glossy rub of his tongue and lips made Wendy's tickle grow to an itch, and then grow to an awful aching that drove her to the edge of orgasm.
Brad sensed her urgency, knowing she was close to cumming. As the young woman bucked frantically against his face, he pulled away, wiping his cheeks with the back of one hand.
"You dig that, really dig it, huh?"
Wendy was ashamed to admit it. There was something accusing, mocking in his words. She wished he would get on with it and fuck her-or whatever he had to do to ease that awful pressure pulsing between her legs.
"Please, please...."
"Yeah, I'll give you what you want."
In a moment Brad was on top of her, his hands hooked around her shoulders, his knees pressing against hers. She felt him slide one hand down and fumble around his groin. Wendy heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper and felt his Levi's sliding against her legs. Then she felt something very hot and smooth pressing against her legs. It had to be his cock! It was so big, so thick!
"Go on, take a look," Brad said, guessing what was on her mind.
Wendy felt him inching back from her. His cock dragged against her thighs, then sprang up. Propping herself up on her elbows, the girl saw something so huge and thick it made her gasp! Something that long-nearly nine inches-belonged on a horse or donkey. And thick! It had to be at least an inch-and-a-half thick, its long shaft ribbed with thick, blue veins. And the head! His bell-shaped, purplish head covered with a satiny flesh made the girl suck in a ragged breath. Was he really going to shove that thing into her virgin cunt?
Wendy tried sliding back, pushing herself away from the young athlete.
"It's gonna hurt at first," he said, guessing her fears. "But then...."
"Oh don't, don't do that to me. I can't take ... take that thing...."
She eyed his prick suspiciously.
"I'm really afraid ... I...."
She clung to his neck, feeling her nipples scrape over his curly-haired chest. His hand slipped under her back.
"It'll hurt at first," he repeated, lowering himself down onto her. "And then...."
CHAPTER FOUR
"Wait ... wait, I'm not ready ... I...."
Wendy was doing everything she could to delay the inevitable. She tried shoving him away and closing her legs to him. But it was impossible to stop Brad.
"I'll take care of this first with my finger."
"What ... what are you saying? What are you ... doing?"
He had his fingers back into her cunt, pushing them in, up to the second joint. Wendy stiffened, feeling the callused tips pressing against her cherry. She was pushed back, digging her heels into the ground, sobbing for him to stop.
The pleasure she had felt was suddenly replaced by pain, a terrible, cutting pain that knifed right through her body and into her mind. Wendy arched her back, her body resting only on her shoulderblades and heels. Throwing herself from side to side, the girl pulled her arms up and pressed her palms against his chest.
"No, stop ... it ... STOP!"
The words froze in her mouth. The pain grew as Brad twisted his fingers around and around like a corkscrew, shoving them in harder. She could feel his awful nails digging into her cherry, pressing against the puckered flesh, shoving it back. She was losing her cherry to his hand! The thought made her gasp, made her try to get loose. It was impossible! He was far too big, too massive for her to fight off. He was pressing her into the ground, trapping her with his body. Crying out, beating her fists against his chest, she finally felt the wall of flesh giving way.
He had done it. There was a ripping sensation deep in her body. It made the girl freeze and then let out a wail. She could hear birds fluttering up from the trees as she cried out again.
"Not so loud," Brad hissed warningly, putting one hand over her mouth. "It HURT!"
Wendy was crying, tears rolling down her cheeks. She had been fucked, violated by ... by a pair of fingers! She could feel herself bleeding inside.
"Oh, I'm ... oh, you hurt me, really hurt me!" she cried.
"Just wait, just wait," Brad panted.
The two of them lay still for several minutes. Wendy stopped sobbing, and began concentrating on the pulsing hurt between her legs. Yes, he was right. The hurt was going away. She felt him easing his fingers out, rubbing the injured flesh gently, then wiping his fingers off on the grass.
"It's so ... weird! I ... I just don't know, Brad. I...."
"Just relax, relax and enjoy it."
He was rubbing his cock over her pussy, making sure the spongy, fat head was continually in touch with her clit. Wendy thought she was going to die from the excitement. It was maddening to feel his dick touching her like that again. She felt the dragging of his balls over her pussy, balls she knew were filled with cum, ready to pump out their white load of spunk at any moment.
He was back to fingering her pussy again, tracing one finger along the tense, aching muscles guarding her cuntal mouth. When Brad led his cockhead rest against her clit, the girl shivered with excitement. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for! He was going to fuck her, ending her life of childhood and beginning her life as a woman.
"Ohhhhh, please, please don't hurt me again," she begged.
Wendy felt his cock angling down, starting to press against her outer cuntlips. The sensation of it slipping over those sensitive membranes and pushing them aside made her shiver.
"It's going ... IN!"
Brad shoved his hairy ass down. His thick cockhead was working its way inside. Wendy panted, digging her sharp fingernails into his back as she felt the head shoving all the way in. She felt her cuntlips parting, slipping tightly against the big head, and trapping it. His long shaft was outside, waiting to shove into her pussy. Wendy was panting hard, breathing as if she were having a heart attack.
"Oh, no, no, NO!"
The girl could hardly believe it. She was being fucked, really fucked right out in the woods! It was some kind of fantasy come true! She worked her ass frantically in circles, prancing it around for more cockmeat, more hard, hot prick!
Wendy had an insatiable appetite for cockmeat now. She couldn't say anything except "fuck." She wanted cock, wanted it desperately. And Brad was doing everything he could to excite her further. He was twisting his body around so she could feel his prick working, the spongy head reaming out her tight pussy, shoving farther and deeper into her body.
Flashes of fire shot through Wendy's cunt. Her knees jerked up, rubbed against his hips, then sagged back, touching the tall grass. Brad started thumbing her nipples, rubbing them until he had the girl gasping for more.
"You're a hot little bitch ... hot little bitch," he whispered.
"Hot bitch," she echoed, throwing her ass around wildly.
"And I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't walk for a week," he added.
"Fuck ... can't walk ... a week," she repeated like a robot.
Brad shoved down, his prick pushing through her tight, slippery passage. His cockhead cooked in the hot oil of her convulsing cunt as it shoved aside the virgin tissues.
"Yessss, fuck me, fuck me!"
Wendy found herself saying things, demanding things that earlier would have made her blush in shame. And the way she was wriggling her body it made her look like some kind of Hollywood whore! And yet Wendy couldn't stop herself. A fire had been started and nothing she could do could stop it! Throwing her head from side to side, the girl begged for more friction, and more cockmeat to stretch her pussy wider. The rubbing of his balls over her ass drove her crazy! Yes, she wanted to feel him shooting inside her, to feel his jizz spattering against her convulsing cuntal walls! "Noooooo...."
He was more than two-thirds into her now. She felt her cuntlips stretching thin, almost tearing from the intense pressure of his thick cock. There was an odd feeling of being stuffed, of being filled with cockmeat! It made Wendy gasp.
"Oh God, God!"
She tossed and twisted in his grasp, her tits jiggling from the violence of her moves. Then he started drawing back, until he was nearly out of her cunthole. Wendy shivered, feeling the elastic cuntal membranes drawing together behind his retreating cockknob.
And then he fucked in again, snapping his hips down and forcing his thick prick into her. He sucked and bit at her neck, every nibble sending flashes of half-frightened lust up and down her spine. For one mad second, Wendy imagined his teeth ripping her skin. She shivered.
But the shiver was premature. Wendy found herself rocking her hips, sliding the greasy cleft of her cuntlips over his cockhead. She knew he enjoyed teasing her, drawing his prick back just when it seemed he was going to plow all the way into her. She knew he enjoyed watching her beg, clawing at him, silently demanding more cockmeat.
A low, desperate moan seeped from her throat. Wendy wanted his cock in her! She needed it in her! It seemed odd that someone so young could need a cock. But there it was, that spine-tingling need taking over her every thought. All she could do now was beg for it, hoping Brad would capitulate and fuck her as hard as she wanted.
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out."
The young football player centered his cockhead over her cunthole, keeping his body arched high, his cock jerking, twitching inches above her wet, curly-haired pussy. Wendy didn't think she could stand his teasing much longer. Her heart was pounding so hard it nearly tore through her ribcage.
"Fuck it, baby, fuck it!"
Wendy found herself squeezing her asscheeks together, arching up, trying to reach his cock with her pussy. Brad sneered down at her. She could see he was enjoying this immensely, watching her beg him with her moving pussy, her body, and her eyes.
Then he was back in her. Wendy felt his cockhead spearing her cunt, spreading her pussylips as it began its re-entry.
That was all she needed. When the wide, flaring head pressed against the outside of her pussymound, Wendy felt the steamy, belly-filling tension in her crotch. She moved her hips from side to side, pressing her pussy onto his prick.
The young man grunted, his nostrils flaring as he thrust forward and up. With a greasy, slippery slide, Brad buried his donkey-cock all the way into her.
"Oh, God, it's ... it's all the way ... IN!"
She was staring up at the young athlete in disbelief! Her cunt had actually loosened up enough to take in all those hot, throbbing inches. Oh, God, she was speared up to the hilt! Wendy could feel the wiry hairs surrounding his cockshaft tickling her pussylips. She was melting into a sensuous mass. And still, the amazing size of his cock promised more pleasure. The girl could well imagine she wouldn't be able to walk for a while after having been fucked by this cock.
"Oh yeah, you're hot and tight and fine," Brad moaned, kissing her neck again."
Wendy cried out, hooking one leg over his, shifting her thighs from side to side. He kissed her hard and passionately until every tooth in her head ached and pulsed from his hard french-kissing. How his prick stimulated the nerves inside her pussy! She contracted her cunt muscles instinctively, forcing her pussy to shut tight against his cock.
Brad caught his breath and his back arched as he pulled away from her kiss. He let out strangled cries as her pussy milked hard at his cock.
"You ... you keep doin' that and ... and I'll cum, I swear it," he gasped, his face turning white.
"I can't help it," she whispered back, amazed that her cunt was doing this to him.
"Just ... just let go, please...."
Wendy managed to telegraph his need to her pussy. She felt the muscles relaxing, softening their grip around his prick. The rising heat in her cunt made her start to move again. Soon the girl realized she was leading. When she arched her back, she felt him pulling his cock out until the ridge around his cockknob tugged at her cunt muscles. The sensation nearly made her cum right then.
"Oh, man, man, you're movin' that fuckin' ass like a real pro!"
Brad reached down and slapped her ass, clawing his fingers against her asscheeks. Each time Wendy curled her spine, she felt him slapping her ass, showering electric sparks into her cunt. He shoved his cock down so hard their hipbones ground together.
Wendy forgot about her best friend Teri, about camp, about everything. She swiveled, pressing her ass and belly against the ground and Brad, respectively. Every time Wendy curled forward, sliding down onto his cock, she thought there was more of it.
At first she thought she could hold out and keep on going for hours. Then the girl realized that her orgasm was right there, staring her in the face. It would only be minutes, perhaps seconds, before her climax hit her with the force of an avalanche.
"AAAAHHHHHH...!"
Wendy heard herself crying out, panting. The sounds of the trees, the noisy breathing of the stud on top of her, and the sense of the grass tickling her sweaty ass all merged with the swelling tension in her belly. She ground her clit against him, loving the sensations in her pussy. Every bump of his prick against her cuntal walls sent her higher and higher. She was vibrating, ready to pop. The girl was dripping sweat, the salty sting in her eyes and nose adding to her lewd excitement.
She was close, very close to climax! Nothing in the world could have stopped her now. The entire planet was exploding all around her, brilliant colored lights popping behind her closed eyelids while her pussy worked up and down, greasing the fat hunk of cock sticking from Brad's groin. Her asscheeks flexed, relaxed, then flexed again, while Brad dug his fingernails into her ass. Wendy felt her whole body turning into a rubbery, melting mass of sex.
"Now, baby, come on, work it out," Brad grunted, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He was close too, as close as she was. The big stud felt his cum packing down in his cock, boiling up from his balls, packing into his cockhead.
"Ohhhhhh, now, NOW!" Brad cried.
"Yeah, yeah, now!" she answered.
Wendy was tossing her hips with an abandon that both frightened and excited her. The juggling, rocking, pitching of her body nearly tossed Brad off.
"Fuck it out ... go for it!" he gasped in a strangled voice.
The heat in her cunt simmered, then boiled over, sending a riot of sensations erupting into her brain. An angry fire started at her cuntal mouth, the gathering rush too strong to stop. Her whole body seemed to bulge with cock, swelling up with her growing excitement. It was here, really here! Her first cum, her first....
"WAHWHWHHWHHWHHHHH!"
Wendy thought someone had touched her body with a live electric wire. She stiffened, her legs scissoring tightly around Brad's lower back.
"Yeah, yeah, OHHHHHHH FUCK!"
She grunted out obscenities, fucking her cunt up onto his hard bar of cockmeat. The intense, heavy jolt of her cum matched the young stud's.
"Go for it, go...."
Catastrophic waves of climax rocked her cunt, the big stud's cum burning into her cuntal walls.
Wendy could hardly stand it. She kicked and bit and clawed at him as the massive thrusts of his spewing cock increased.
The blonde screamed, not caring who heard her. She was all cunt-hot, wet, milking at the pounding cock driving her crazy. She felt her pussy convulsing as if it had a mind of its own. She milked at the bucking prick, bouncing up and down like a berserk puppet. She forgot the noises of the surrounding woods. She forgot everything except the wild feeling of Brad's cock in her cunt, and the sensation of his big, callused hands clenching her ass. Her head snapped back, while her fingers raked along Brad's powerful sides.
"Cum with me, baby, cummmmm," Brad moaned.
Her big tits jiggled like pudding, rolling together and slapping wetly as her orgasm erupted to full intensity. For a while Wendy thought she was going to pass out. She felt herself spinning into a whirlpool, going down, down as her pussy grabbed tightly onto the fucking cock.
Gradually the girl calmed down, feeling her cunt slackening around the cum-shooting prick. Wendy dropped her hands weakly to her sides, blinking open her eyes and staring up at the sky. She could tell some time had passed. It was growing darker, the sunlight becoming more slanted, adding a kind of intensity to the colors around her.
"Ohhhh yeah, yeah," Brad sighed, smoothng his fingers over her tits and ass.
"Don't...."
Wendy was going to ask him not to tell anyone. Perhaps it was better that she didn't say anything. She would tell her best friend Teri about it tonight. Wouldn't she have a story to tell! The blonde giggled, covering her mouth modestly, wondering if Teri had fucked with a cock like Brad's. She knew it wasn't very lady-like to think thoughts like those, but she just couldn't help it.
The girl shivered as Brad withdrew his softening prick. She could feel the cum oozing out around his retreating cock, as her cuntal walls eased together behind his cockhead.
"You'd better be getting back," Brad said, sliding off her and looking around for his pants.
"Ohhhh, I wish I didn't have to," she answered dreamily, still staring up at the sky.
Shifting her eyes downward, she saw Brad pulling on his jeans, shoving his cock back inside and zipping up. In a few minutes she'd be walking back to camp as if nothing had happened. What a lie that would be!
"Wow! Am I a mess!" she said, sitting up and staring down at her ravaged cunt.
"Here, wipe up. If I helped you we'd be back rolling around in the dirt," he said, throwing her his shirt.
That would be nice, she thought, dabbing her cunt with his shirt, wondering what else awaited her in the world of fucking. The thought that they would be doing this again some time soon curled up the edges of her thin lips.
CHAPTER FIVE
Three days had passed since Janie had had her encounter with the dog. Paul had spoken with her once or twice, keeping that awful dog close to him. Janie hadn't been able to concentrate, her mind kept wandering back to the office and the moment Pal had "attacked" her, shoving his snout up her cunt.
She knew that animal would have loved to have mounted her, fucking that knobby boner up her pussy. The thought made her sick every time she saw the animal running about the compound chasing imaginary adversaries. When she saw him bounding past her door, his thick-muscled hindquarters rippling with strength, his bushy tail high in the air, Janie wanted to die of shame.
Thank God dogs can't talk, Janie said to herself, smoothing her hands over her thighs, feeling her pussy heat up at the thought of the animal's sloshing tongue. Yes, it had felt good running across her fuzzy cunt, touching her clit, curling into her pussy and rubbing over all the wet nubs and hollows. It had been so slow, so marvelous the way she'd cum with him!
There were times when she lay in bed at night, her body wet with perspiration, her mind whirling about. She would have given anything to have Pal with her then. Closing her eyes and passing her fingers over her cuntal mound, Janie could still feel his snout working back and forth over her pussy, feel his sharp claws dragging over her thighs while his tail brushed against her ankles. There was that feeling of being overpowered, of doing something deliriously wicked, right there, practically in front of all the girls in camp.
Reality drifted back to her. If the truth were known, she would be hounded out of her job. No, she should think about men, about Paul. Perhaps he would cure her of this sickness, of this desire to take the dog back rather than go out and look for a man.
The confusion reigning in her mind nearly drove her mad as she sat in her office shuffling papers. It was late afternoon. Janie was rubbing her eyes, wondering how the day would end. The fire in her cunt burned with a low flame, blazing suddenly when she heard Paul's familiar footsteps on the porch. Her heart skipped a beat when the door opened and the handsome counselor came in, tanned, his flesh glistening with sweat, his damned dog at his side. Behind him was Wendy Urban, her eyes starry with admiration. Janie smiled. She could see Paul had made more than one conquest at the camp. She wondered if the handsome blond knew what he was doing to the girls' morale.
"We've got to check out the boats, counselor," Paul said, smiling down at Janie.
The woman thought she was going to die. She felt a knot of sexual tension building between her belly and cunt while her pussy tightened and grew warm. Tapping a pencil lightly against her chin, Janie arched one eyebrow, amazing herself that she could act so cool while her body went crazy with lust. She wormed her ass in the chair, feeling the subtle rub of her cuntlips.
"You've got them repaired?"
"All of 'em plus the dock," Paul said proudly.
"I found this one down by the lake," he said, turning around and ruffing up Wendy's hair. The girl blushed furiously, dropping her gaze, trying to keep her balance.
"I ... I was just walking around. Woodworking class was over and...."
Wendy blushed more. She didn't have to give an excuse. This was a camp, not prison. The young blonde worried that they would automatically think something was wrong. Blinking her eyes and looking up, she saw no trace of suspicion in Janie's eyes. No, they couldn't possibly suspect that she and Brad had been fooling around.
This time the young man hadn't fucked her. He was going to, and Wendy had been ready for it.
She and Teri had talked all night after her first fuck, comparing notes. They giggled, trying to keep their voices down. Teri said she should get all the experience she could. Teri told her she and Joe were fucking almost every day. That was a bit much, Wendy thought. Still, she thought of squirming under Brad's body excited her.
It hadn't been too difficult to arrange for a meeting down at the lake. He had just slid her shorts down and was fingering her tits when they heard Paul coming down the path. It had been all she could do to dress and appear normal when the counselor turned the bend and found her gazing at the lake. Brad had scrambled into the bushes, making his way back to camp. And now she was standing stupidly in Janie's office, having agreed to keep an eye on things while Paul took the older woman down to the lake to inspect his handiwork.
"Well, Pal here'll keep you company. He's good for that, right?"
Janie thought she was going to die on the spot. For an instant she felt as if everyone in the room knew what awful things she and that animal had done. Of course, it was foolish. Glancing down at the big German shepherd, she realized nothing could be suspected. He was lying there on the floor, his handsome head resting on his forepaws, his tail swishing lazily from side to side. He was the picture of innocence. Janie could have kicked him.
"I don't need him around," Wendy said, staring at him warily.
Ever since she'd been chased by a Doberman some years ago, the girl wasn't too secure around animals.
"Oh, he's not trained to kill," Paul said, laughing easily. "It's just that he's been acting kind of squirrely, you know, like you girls," he said, rubbing the back of Wendy's neck with his right hand.
Wendy felt herself leaning back into the pressure of his fingers. No, she couldn't give herself away in front of Janie. It would have to come at another time, if it came at all.
"And I can't have him running all over the place while I'm trying to show things off to the boss, can I?" Paul asked.
Wendy nodded her head up and down, curling her fingers and digging her nails into her thighs. Oh, if only she could put her arms around his neck, and draw her body up against his. To feel her tits pressing against his chest would make her the happiest girl in the world. But that wasn't meant to be. If anything, it would be Janie who had him.
Janie? She laughed. All the girls thought she was a cold fish, even if she was so damned attractive. The blonde teen fought down her rising feelings as Janie and Paul left, closing the door softly behind them.
"You just lay there," she said, pointing a shaky finger at Pal.
Slipping behind the desk, Wendy looked at some of the reports scattered over the top. Boring. She couldn't understand why someone like Janie took a dumb job like this, supervising kids, writing out stupid reports no one probably read.
The phone rang.
"Counselors' office," she answered in as grownup a voice as she could manage.
"Hey, it's Teri. I saw you goin' into the office.
They sure must be hard-up for help."
The girls giggled, then started talking about what had been going on the past few days. Wendy grabbed hold of a half-filled coke bottle and toyed with it, leaning back in the chair.
"Come on, Wendy, you can tell me. Did you and Brad, well ... fuck today?"
"Nope."
Wendy was tempted to tell her friend how she wanted Paul to touch her, to fuck her. But that was something she was going to keep to herself. No sense in making people laugh at her. That was her impossible dream-landing someone like Paul in her bed.
"Well, you two went out, didn't you? Joe and I saw you heading toward the lake and...."
"Uh, we started, but ... well, someone came along and we had to get out fast," Wendy said.
Her cheeks were flushing hot. She had almost been caught by the person she admired most! The shame of it if he had come along the path five minutes later and found her and Brad fucking their minds out! What would he have done, joined them? The thought of him throwing Brad into the bushes and finishing up the job sent shivers through her cunt. She crossed her legs, rubbing them together, tapping her fingers nervously on the desk top. A drop of cuntjuice trickled maddening through her frazzled pussy hairs, increasing the itchy feeling rising between her legs.
Brad had aroused her and then left her high and dry, escaping through the brush. Now she was sitting along in the big, empty office talking to her girl friend on the phone about fucking. Her flesh was tingling, her pussy growing hot, simmering in its own juices. Pal raised his head, sniffing at the air between them.
"Are you going to try to make it with him any more?" Teri asked.
Wendy sighed with frustration. She would have loved to have felt his cock fucking into her cunt again. He had done it only once after the initial fucking and that had been hurried. Both of them thought they had heard some of the girls heading down to the lake. Wendy had expected to have more time this time.
"I don't know. He's really good ... you know, at making love, I mean," she hesitated." He works you up real good." Her fingers were trembling.
"Oh, you mean with his mouth on your pussy," Teri said, covering up the receiver and saying something behind her hand. "I'm on the pay phone in the cafeteria. Gotta be careful," she whispered.
"Well, he's all right with me," Wendy said. "I heard he took Sandra Wiggins out one night and licked her cunt until she came three times. She said when he finally fucked her she was limp."
Yes, that was Brad. She could well imagine him sucking a girl's cunt until she was exhausted, then fucking her. The first time they had fucked, Wendy could hardly move afterward. She had nearly collapsed on the trail twice on the way back to camp. It was a miracle no one other than Terri knew what had happened.
"Hey, I gotta go. Some of the girls are lining up behind me. They'll hear...."
"Talk to you later," Wendy said, hanging up the receiver. "Oh!"
Pal was standing next to her, his snout quivering with excitement.
"What are you doing?"
She felt a flash of her old fear of dogs rush through her body. Instinctively Wendy stretched out one hand and wrapped her fingers around a paperweight. If he tried anything she'd bring that paperweight down on his head, crushing his skull.
But instead of the anticipated attack, the big animal shoved her knees with his nose. Wendy wrinkled her forehead, feeling curiously aroused by his touch. She experienced a mixture of want, shame and indecision. He pushed at her again, this time letting his tongue slosh along one inner thigh. The resulting hot-chilly flash racing into her cunt told the girl just what was going on. "No, oh, no!"
Wendy pushed her chair away from him, dropping the paperweight onto the floor. Her eyes were wide with horror, her mouth forming a big O. How could he be doing this to her? How could he be doing it to anyone?
"Get AWAY!"
The animal barked loudly, peeling back his black, rubbery lips and exposing his awful fangs. Memories of her encounter with the animal years ago froze Wendy to the chair. She sat there, eyes wide, nostrils flaring as Pal dropped his head and approached her, making a low, throaty growl.
What on earth had come over him? When he stopped between her legs and started sniffing at her damp crotch she knew what it was. He had smelled her excited pussy. Her cunt had grown very hot and moist while talking with Teri about fucking. Now she was paying the price for that conversation.
Pal was on the chair now, his head wedged between her thighs. Wendy gasped, her head snapping back, her fingernails digging into the soft wood of the chair's armrest. She felt her ass tightening while her legs kicked apart, hitting the legs of the desk. The dog was tonguing her damp crotch panel, wriggling his nose back and forth, trying to work it under the elastic legband of her panties.
She knew she should have been shoving him away. It was awful, terrible that something like this was happening.
"What's gotten into you ... ohhhhhh!"
She remembered Pal and his buddy Josh nosing around some of the girls earlier. But no one had thought anything much about it. Something like that was just a fact of life. Dogs did it all the time. But now....
Wendy pushed herself up from the chair, steadying her swaying body against the desk. If only she could get to the door she'd be safe. But her arms and legs refused to obey her. All that talk about fucking had made her ready for a fucking, a sucking. And now the dog was giving her just that.
"No, no, you just can't do that," she said.
But the dog pursued her, rubbing his furry sides against her legs, tripping her before she had a chance to even get near the door. Wendy held her fingers to her burning forehead, not knowing the counselor had faced a similar problem a few days earlier.
"This is ... crazy!"
The girl found herself on her hands and knees. Somehow her shorts had come undone. Had she done it, unzipped them and pushed them down to her knees, shoving the panties with them? Wendy didn't know. It was all too buzzy, too blurry for her to understand exactly what was going on. But now he was on her in a flash, his strong legs bumping the insides of her thighs. Coming to once more, the girl crawled backwards. "Nooo...."
Paul was nuzzling against her thighs. His tongue quickly entered her swollen cuntal slit, touching those areas Brad's tongue knew so well. It was wild, almost like the tonguing that the boy gave her. Wendy stiffened, realizing it was a dog and hot Brad eating out her cunt. What made it worse was that with each passing second his sloppy mouth was bringing back the excitement she had felt earlier out by the lake with Brad. It was so hot, so silky-smooth against her cuntlips.
"Noooo...."
Wendy somehow pushed the dog back. She was crawling on the floor now, whimpering through her nose. Oh why had she let things go so far? Why hadn't she pushed him away, thrown that damned paperweight at him the moment she caught him smelling her?
"Get away!"
Of course he wouldn't listen to her. He was. Paul's dog.
There wasn't any time now. He was a mad animal, crawling all over her, tonguing her. Pal jumped. She felt the strong legs on her back, the underside of his body pumping against her ass. Then something hot and slick and sharp gouged at her cunt. The horror of what had almost happened brought Wendy to her feet. She was staggering to the door again, Pal at her heels. He was nipping at her ... not really hard, but just enough to make her stop and draw in a sharp breath. Was he going to bite her, threaten her the way that awful animal had when she was a little girl?
No, Pal just wanted her back down on the floor where he could fuck and tongue her.
The phone! Half-limping back to the desk, Wendy picked up the receiver. The ringing had apparently curbed some of the dog's more forward moves.
"Yes?" she panted, trying to calm down, trying to ignore that awful itchy pulse between her shivering thighs.
"It's Brad. Teri told me you were there alone. Can I come over?"
His voice sounded so low, so sexy.
"No, I'm not supposed to have anyone here."
She was lying. It was just that with the dog acting so weird Wendy didn't want Brad coming over.
"I want to do nice things to your body," Brad went on.
Wendy could hear his uneven breathing. She could hear Pal's heavy breathing, too. It was like the boy's.
"I want to shove your panties down again, just like we did today. Only this time nobody's gonna interrupt us. We're gonna have fun."
God, she was getting an obscene phone call there in the office. And Pal was moving back toward here, sniffing at her cunt!
CHAPTER SIX
"Stop it, Brad! You can't talk like that on the phone!"
"Why? There's nobody here. Besides, I wanna talk dirty to you, to tell you how much I wanna feel your cunt with my cock."
Wendy sucked in a ragged breath.
"I wanna start on your tits, nibblin' those nipples, suckin' them in until I hear you start begging for more."
Wendy flushed. The dog was back, forcing her thighs apart as she sat on the desk chair. She shifted forward, moving her ass up until her cunt was at the edge. Pal was going wild, whimpering and shoving his nose in as if he was trying to find a rabbit or something.
Wendy was afraid Brad would be able to hear him. She slapped down once, her fingers hitting his nose. An angry growl told her that just wasn't the thing to do. Her cunt was hot and it needed something to take care of that itchy ache. And Pal's nose and tongue were there to take care of the job. It was just that things were happening so fast, too fast! She couldn't get a grip on what was going on!
"No, hang up, Brad. Hang up. I ... I can't talk to you like this. Janie and Paul might walk in and...." she panted.
"The hell with 'em. I wanna get there and fuck you. Work my prick into that tight little cunt."
Wendy sucked in another ragged breath, nearly falling out of the chair. She heard the legs squeaking as she moved from side to side, strange new sensations rushing up and down her pussy.
"You still there?" he asked.
Wendy licked her lips, keeping the receiver pressed against her ear. Pal had settled happily between her legs, sloshing his tongue around her cuntal mound. All the blonde hairs were slicked down against her hot flesh, pointing up toward her heaving belly. She was moving her legs back and forth in butterfly fashion as the animal kept nuzzling her.
"Ohhh yessss ... I...."
"I'm gonna start touching you all over, just like I did the first time. It's gonna be nice and light. You're gonna go crazy with that. You usually do."
"Oh, don't, don't say things like that."
Wendy was going crazy with his words. She remembered that touch, remembered how she felt when his hands tickled over her flesh, barely touching her pussy hairs, her nipples. How she wriggled on the ground, clutching at the grass, finally raking her nails over his back until he groaned from the pain.
"Then I'm gonna touch your clit, touch it nice and gentle, wriggling it back and forth while I finger-fuck you."
"Oh noooooo!"
How could she keep her cool? She knew she should have hung up, slammed down the receiver and later give him the tongue-lashing of his life. Or was that his job-tongue-lashing? It was so confusing!
Wendy panted hard, feeling dizzy as Pal gained another inch. He growled softly, his fur standing up around his neck, his tail brushing against her lower legs as he propped himself up against the front edge of the desk chair and hungrily went into her.
"I'll bet you never had anything that good, I mean as my cock in your cunt. Man, the way you were moving your ass I thought you were going to go crazy."
Was he touching himself, fingering his cock through his jeans? She doubted he had it out. After all, he was in the cafeteria, even if there was no one there at the time. Closing her eyes, Wendy could imagine Brad's cock-long, thick, roped with veins, the head dark-red, throbbing, ready to spurt out his cum into her cunt. She clenched her fingers into fists, feeling a particularly powerful spasm pass through her cunt.
"Then I'll eat your pussy again...."
"No, Brad, no...."
Wendy made a move to put the phone back in the cradle. But her muscles couldn't seem to move like she wanted them to. She raised her knees, then let them fall farther apart. It was so hard to do this kind of thing in a chair. If only she could get on the floor. But someone might walk in and ... Oh God, that possibility froze her thoughts. What if Janie and Paul....
"Come on, baby. I'll be right over and we'll go out to the lake again. It'll be all right," Brad said, his voice thickening with lust.
"No, I can't. I promised Teri ... oghhhh...."
What would Brad think if he knew she was being licked off by a dog? What would he think of her prudishness?
"You're not afraid, are you? Come on, baby, you fucked me real good the last time. You want my cock. Come on, Wendy, you're cock-hungry. There are lots of girls like you who don't want it at first, then man, they can't get enough of it!"
"You ... you don't know what you're talking about," she breathed.
Pal yipped, pushing forward a little more. His velvety tongue pressed down into her cunt, making her gasp with excitement. Brad heard her and laughed softly, rubbing the receiver against his chin.
"Turns you on, huh? Kinda makes you feel all squirmy inside just thinkin' about fuckin', right? Yeahhhhh, that's how all cock-hungry girls feel."
"No, no, you're wrong...."
Wendy felt her heart pounding. She was dizzy, her pussy was slick with hot juices, juices oozing out of her cunt for the animal to lick.
"I've got to hang up."...." gonna do it real slow. I'll let you put it in, even. You haven't done that yet. That usually drives cock-hungry girls crazy, puttin' it into their own cunts. Don't know why, though-"
"Stop it."
Why couldn't she put the phone down? Why couldn't she just slam it down then kick the dog away?
"You know how my cock is, ah, real dark at the tip and big? Man, I know you go nuts when you feel it slippin' in, stretchin' you all over. You like that, like moving your hips from side to side so you can feel it better."
"No, I'm going to hang up now. Don't come over here, Brad. I don't want to see you just now."
Wendy felt her ass moving up and down against the steady wet rub of Pal's mouth. She couldn't keep still. She tilted her hips as far to one side as they would go, then rocked them in the opposite direction. She nearly pitched from the chair again.
"Maybe you'd like to suck my prick. Lots of girls back at school do it. They dig takin' it in their mouths and workin' it over 'til-"
"Suck it?"
Well, why not? It was just doing about the same thing Brad did to her. Wendy shivered. She could imagine herself getting worked up enough to do something like that. Once more she tried hanging up the phone. Brad laughed, calling her name loudly.
"What?"
"Don't you wanna do it now? Don't cha feel like you could fuck all damned night? Wouldn't you just love having my cock in your cunt 'til you cum?"
Wendy flushed. The wet mess between her legs was throbbing steadily now. Her cunt was feverish and swollen. She worked her ass around the chair as much as she could as the dog brought her closer and closer to the final rush of excitement. The fingers of her free hand curled in the dog's fur. She held him hard against her dripping cuntal mound. It was awful, terrible, but she was cumming. It was slow but furious, a wild, ecstatic torture. Her calves cramped. She dug her heels frantically against the legs of the chair.
"Unnghhhhh...."
"I'm gonna sneak around and get you tonight. Hear that, Wendy? I'm gonna come over and fuck you tonight."
Wendy dropped the receiver onto the desk. She leaned forward, hearing some of what Brad had to say...." gonna suck your cunt 'til you cry."
His voice sounded far away, as if it was coming out of a tunnel. Wendy groaned and heaved her ass about, banging her hips against the sides of the chair. Twice it nearly pitched over. She was dimly aware of the squawking on the phone as the full power of her orgasm hit. She arched her back and bounced her ass on the wooden chair. Her tits jiggled in her halter and her legs kicked forward, restrained from going too far by the shorts and panties still wrapped around her ankles. It was so good, so awfully good! The dog's jaws gaped open as he raked his teeth along her cuntlips. He was licking deep into her tight pussy. She could feel his spit dripping down her thighs and ass.
Then the phone slipped and hit the floor. Brad's voice was far away, but some of his words got to her. These words and the hungry animal made her cum hard. With each hot sting of desire she whimpered through her nose like the dog. Pal was making her whip her slim hips back and forth against his dripping jaws.
Did Brad know she was cumming? If he did he probably thought she was fingering herself. That would make him feel like quite a man! She would have laughed if the power of her orgasm hadn't been so awesome.
Wendy thought of cocks, all sorts of cocks. Pricks that were stiff and long and thick yet fit right into a girl's cunt. It seemed so natural to fuck. Wendy couldn't imagine why some people were so hung up about sex. They must have terrible lives of privation, lives full of nothing except jacking off with dirty magazines.
When she came back to reality, the girl found herself draped over the desk, her head resting in her hand. Pal was running all over, circling the desk, flopping down on the floor and licking himself. She saw the knobby boner sticking out of its furry sheath! Had he wanted her that badly? It was awful to think that she had been arousing the animal so much!
Shivering, Wendy bent down and checked the receiver. Brad had hung up. Was he coming over? Her cheeks flushed. The room had to smell of her evaporated cuntal juices. Pushing back the chair, she jerked her juice-soaked panties and briefs hurriedly up to her waist, zipping them up. She ran to the windows and threw them open wider, reaching for the door and opening that as well. A breeze of fresh hair blew her hair back, refreshing her flushed face. Inhaling deeply, the young woman wiped her wet palms against her shorts.
"What did I do?" she asked herself.
Wendy leaned against the doorway, closing her eyes and folding her hands tightly across her tits. She had actually let an animal touch her sexually! This was something not even her best friend Teri would hear about. No one would learn of it. It was her secret-hers and Pal's.
"Terrible," she whispered to herself, turning around and eyeing the dog. He was sitting by the desk, his long, pink tongue hanging from the corner of his mouth. Her mother and father had never dreamed of having something like this happen to her when they sent her off to camp. In fact, they thought going to a girls-only retreat would be good for her. If they only knew how often the boys from the other camp came over during the day! And if they knew about the dog ... Again, Wendy shivered, turning back and looking out toward the lake. She wondered where Paul and Janie were.
* * *
Near the docks where Wendy and Brad had first fucked, Janie was carefully picking her way down the steep slope toward the boathouse. It had been in terrible disrepair when she first arrived and Paul had been working on it for several days. From a distance it looked marvelous-all white and well boarded.
"Had to take off a lot of the old lumber. It was rotting pretty badly," he said, stretching out one hand to help her down to the muddy flat surrounding the house.
"I should've been born a mountain goat for this job," she said, feeling his strong fingers grasp hers.
"Come on, nothing's going to happen with me here," Paul said encouragingly, helping her down to the landing.
It was a beautiful time of day. The sun was just starting to go down, casting long shadows across the rippling lake. A light breeze from the north was rustling the leaves of the elms near by. Janie inhaled a deep breath, feeling strangely quiet and fulfilled. Of course, she knew why. It was Paul, that good-looking hunk of man, next to her.
"In here," he said, walking in front of her. "Be careful of some of the boards on the dock. They're still a little wet from the linseed oil."
Janie picked her way carefully, feeling the slick rub of her moist cuntlips as she walked behind Paul. Why did she have to feel this way when there was no way she could satisfy her hunger? Biting her lower lip, she shook her head. No, there was a way she could take care of that itch. A terrible way, a way that involved degrading herself to such a low level no one would speak to her if they knew.
"Hey, slow poke, come on."
Paul was shouting to her from the inside of the boathouse. Squaring her shoulders, Janie marched in. Immediately she smelled the pungent odor of wet paint and primer.
"Oh, you've done quite a job," she said, impressed by the handiwork around her. All the rotted boards she remembered were gone, replaced by fresh ones. The others had been sanded and freshly primed and painted. It would be good to use this boathouse again, to have the girls and boys from the nearby camp playing around here, using the lake as it was meant to be used.
"Yeah, it was work. Especially since I didn't have much money to work with," he said, rubbing his forehead and smiling at her.
For a moment no one said a word. There was an embarrassed silence as they stared at one another. Janie felt her heart skip a beat. Something had to be said, something had to be done to break the tension. She could feel the air thickening between them, feeling something like electricity sparking around her body. Suddenly she was afraid, terrified of her own emotions, of her body. It was betraying her, pulling her into a trap of lust.
"You can, ah, see more of the work done on the deck over here," Paul said finally, backing away slightly and pointing to a spot on the floor.
Janie smiled weakly and moved toward him, feeling her chest tightening and her heart pounding rapidly. She peered down, saw some of the work, then sucked in a sharp breath. He was touching her, actually rubbing against her ass.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I...." she stammered.
"It wasn't an accident, at least on my part. And I don't think you meant it to be an accident either," Paul said, sliding his hands around her waist.
"Stop it, Paul, the kids ... I...." she cried, twisting in his grasp.
"I've been watching you, Janie, watchin' you for a long time out here. You need what I've got-here," he said, rubbing his groin a little harder against her ass.
"No, no, not here. Oh, God!"
She was helpless. His hands locked in front of her, pressing into her waist. She was feeling dizzy, unsteady, and unsure of herself. She could feel Paul's knees pressing against the backs of her legs, his chest rubbing over her back. And all the while his groin was moving, sliding from side to side. She knew he was arousing his prick. Janie imagined it-hard, long, thick and blood-filled waiting to slide into her cunt.
"Nice, nice. I don't know why you've been playing so damned hard to get."
"What?"
He was teasing her, running one hand over her plump, firm ass.
"What? Oh, God, no, it's just that, that I didn't know you wanted, ah, the same thing."
It was hard for her to explain all those years of frustration, and lately the days of doubt, and wondering whether or not she was a desirable woman, especially for someone as handsome as Paul. Well, she had her answer now. He was touching her all over, turning her around, his hands catching her chin. "No, please...."
Janie couldn't stop him, couldn't stop herself. It was all happening so quickly. The tips of her tits were so hard they felt as if they were coming through her halter. Her pussy was moving as if it had a life of its own. Its full, flexible lips curled and trembled while her clit popped to the surface. She wanted him, wanted Paul desperately. But was it wise for them to do anything in the boathouse, right in front of the camp?
"Come on, Janie, come on."
His red lips curled in devilish amusement while his white teeth gleamed like polished ivory. Hot flashes rippled up and down her cunt. His hands were sliding up and down her body, the fingers turning her on. Paul pushed her back several inches, examining her lithe body.
Her eyes swept down over his crotch. Yes, she could see the thick roll of cockmeat cradled in his swim trunks. Janie wondered how big it would be when it was fully hard. Would it be as long and thick as her cousin's? Again she remembered him, remembered those wonderful nights in the fields. Janie knew she was going to surrender. There was no way she could fight off such a wonderful animal.
CHAPTER SEVEN
What happened next was something of a blur to Janie even days later. There were some large pieces of canvas cloth lying about. Paul made a makeshift bed from them and lead Janie to one dark end of the boathouse. She could hear the gentle sloshing of the lake slapping against the pilings beneath her.
"Put your hand on my cock, Janie."
He was pulling her hand toward his long, fat dick.
"No, don't make me, please!" she wailed.
He had pushed her, forced her, to the floor. Her head rested on a pile of old rags while her legs were spread wide apart. Janie looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes, her heavy breathing giving her away. Paul was kneeling between her legs, his thumbs hooked over the top of his bathing suit.
She saw the fat head of his prick pressing hard against the thin, silky material. It was throbbing, actually pulsing against the suit. Then he slid it down, his fingers working the garment over his tanned flesh.
"Leave me alone!"
She struggled against him, but it was useless. She flinched, seeing his fat cock spring up and bob from side to side. He was huge and his cockhead was such a dark color red! And, as his cock jerked with lust, the young woman saw a droplet of pre-cum ooze from his piss-slit.
"Just take it easy, Janie. Take it easy and we'll have a good time."
The woman felt her pussy growing hotter and wetter. Her tits were driving her crazy. The ache in her nipples grew stronger and stronger as Paul grabbed her right hand, digging his fingertips into the flesh and forcing it toward his prick. She wanted to touch it, to wrap her fingers around and squeeze, but Janie thought it would add more spice if she resisted a bit. The woman was right. Every time she pulled back, every time she begged him not to force her to touch him, Paul shivered, his eyes growing wider.
"Come on, feel my cock. Rub it. Find out what a good piece of meat I'm gonna give you," he whispered, smiling at her as he spread his knees apart.
"Oh God, no!"
"Come on, you want it. You want that big, fat, slippery cock in your mouth," Paul said, sucking in his upper lip and biting down.
"No, not ... not that!"
"Sure you do. You want to take my cock in your mouth and suck so damned hard you'll make me pop off," he added, growing more and more excited at his own words.
The thought of sucking a man's prick again made her pulse quicken. Her cousin had made her do that several times, pulling out just in time, holding tightly onto his cock until he regained control. Then he had shoved it into her cunt and let it explode. It was going to happen again. Janie felt her throat tighten as she stared at Paul's fat cunt spreader.
"Maybe ... maybe later. Just now ... I don't think ... I don't think it would be smart if...." Her words meant nothing. She was touching his cock now, feeling the juicy head rubbing over the back of her wrist.
Janie moaned like a whore in heat, her head falling back as her cunt winked open. Then suddenly it snapped shut like the shell of a clam! He was telling her to jerk him off, to close her fingers around his cock and pull. But he was so thick Janie had a hard time grabbing his jerking prick. It was so big, so thick! She couldn't close her fingers completely around it.
The woman could feel the thumping of his veins against her flesh as she moved her hand back and forth, back and forth, sliding the tight-fitting outer skin over the steely inner core. And all the while his leathery hairy balls were swinging back and forth, banging against her moving wrist.
"Yeah, that's it, that's it," Paul moaned, his shoulders shaking as his head fell back.
More juice oozed from his cockhead's slit and trickled down over her fingers. It acted as a good lube. Soon the boathouse was filled with the sounds of Paul's moans and the slick clicking of Janie's fingers rubbing over his prick.
"Man, man, stop it!"
He was going to cum. Janie could see that in the way the skin of his face tightened and grew white. She stopped her hand, curling her fingers tightly around his throbbing cock. The woman could feel his cock jerking uncontrollably. She squeezed even more tightly, strangling the attempted orgasm. Paul let out a gasping shudder, opening his eyes, smiling in thanks at the woman.
"Man, that was close, real close."
With that he pulled away, reaching down and fumbling with her halter. Janie edged forward, feeling the stiff material sliding over her tits, over her head, gone! Next came her briefs. After he had kicked his swim shorts free, the young counselor reached down and unzipped hers, sliding them down over her ass, past her knees and over her ankles.
Janie was stark naked, lying spread-eagled in front of the handsome young stud she'd fantasized about for so many days. Her dreams were coming true! She flicked her eyes open, taking in the thick-muscled torso of Paul's body, staring at the grooves separating his hips from his legs, eyeing the cum-heavy cock jerking wildly, the violent movements swinging his balls forward. Yes, he was all she had thought he would be and more. Janie moved her legs, sliding the backs over the scratchy canvas material. It felt so good, so awfully good.
"Come on, suck," he groaned.
Janie was past arguing. The itchy heat in her cunt was getting worse and worse. She sprawled forward, getting up on her knees while Paul stood.
He spread his legs apart, holding his cock with one hand by its base while sliding the other behind her head. She felt his fingers pressing against her skull, guiding her forward. There was a strange pungent odor, a smell that sent her into heat.
She felt the ball of sexual tension in her belly harden and grow larger while her pussy walls knotted up with arousal. More juice seeped from her cunt, trickling down her thighs and wetting her knees. Her nostrils flared as she drew even closer, her eyes closing. Yes, she was going to suck his cock, suck it hard. She was going to flick her tongue around that prick until she felt the bleachy jizz spattering against the back of her throat.
"Suck," he groaned again.
She let out a soft moan as her head bent forward. Her mouth opened, her breath tickling his cockhairs. Paul shuddered, his chest heaving mightily. Sweat trickled out from under his arms and down his hairy chest, leaving long silvery trails on his skin. Bending his knees slightly to drive his cock in more evenly, he watched as Janie took in his prick.
Janie felt the hot, silken cockhead touch her lower lip. Immediately she tasted something strange, something that was bleachy, almost sour. Pal was rubbing his cock over her lips, shuddering at her light, gentle touch.
He squeezed his hairy asscheeks together a little more, spreading his legs farther apart. He then pressed forward a little, pulling her down farther, sliding his prick deep inside. There could be no going back now. She was sucking his cock, moving her tongue under the sensitive ridge, teasing out more pre-cum.
"That's it, you bitch! That's it. Suck it. Suck it good. Move your tongue around like ... ughhh ... like that ... Move it. Suck ... ohhhghhgh!"
Paul was going wild, his fingers moving quickly around the back of her skull. Janie felt his salty prick brushing continually over her tongue.
She hadn't had anything that big in her mouth for such a long time. Almost at once his fat cock filled her mouth, the thick pre-cum bubbling out of his prickhead. The salty taste made her swallow until her mouth and throat were coated with the stuff.
"Yeahhhh, gimme that head," Paul moaned.
He was twisting his hips back and forth, making his prick ream out the woman's mouth. Janie was acting shamelessly, sliding her knees farther apart, feeling the scratchy material over the floor. Oh, God, how she wanted to finger herself!
Dropping one hand down she did just that, sliding her right forefinger up her cunt, rubbing the knuckle over her clit. She thought of his cock and how it would feel sliding in and out of her hole, the hot flesh touching her clit. Janie moaned, sucking harder, nearly biting off his cock.
"Hey, man, no teeth," he said, slapping her lightly behind the head as a warning.
Janie moaned, drew back her teeth and concentrated on tonguing his sliding prick. She felt saliva oozing down her chin, dribbling in long, opaque strings toward the floor. Her tits swung out, then slapped back against her chest as she pitched forward and back.
"Yeahhh...."
He was moving his prick farther and farther back into her throat with each forward thrust. At times she could feel the wiry cockhairs scratching the insides of her nostrils. It was good, sooooo good to be doing this.
"Take it, bitch!"
Janie felt Paul's prick brush over the insides of her cheeks, making them bulge out. Her tongue worked more frantically around his cock, flicking at the sensitive underside, sliding back and forth over the ridge that ran along the length of Paul's ten-incher.
"Lick it. Suck it. Tongue it," Paul groaned.
The young woman felt the pulpy cockhead pushing back over her tongue, sliding farther and farther toward the back of her mouth. Janie took a deep breath and let Paul shove his prick into her throat. It was as if someone was holding a pillow over her mouth and nose. She couldn't breathe!
She held her breath for as long as she could, feeling his cock shove down, she swore, almost to her belly. When it was too much for her, the woman scratched at his thighs, signaling the young man to pull back.
He didn't. Holding her more tightly than ever, Paul made muted, strangled sounds in his throat. Janie was growing desperate. The room was spinning around and around and bright lights were popping in front of her. She needed air. Choking, gagging, the woman clawed at his thighs. Reluctantly, the counselor pulled back. Janie gasped, dragging in air to feed her body.
"Nice, nice," he groaned.
Paul gave her time to catch her breath, then fucked her again. He rotated his hips, making his cock twist in her throat. His hands were still holding her tightly against his crotch as he humped his dick into her.
Janie wanted to keep his cock in her for hours. To her joy, she discovered that she liked the sensation of a long, fat-headed prick in her mouth. She wrapped both hands around his hips and pulled herself tightly against him. She would let Paul fuck her mouth as hard as he wanted to. Janie felt his strong legs catch her. The two of them rocked back and forth until she started gagging for breath once more. Again, Paul let her go.
"Yeah, you didn't just learn that today," he breathed, smiling down at her.
"There was a time long ago when, when I did this. But it happened only once," Janie admitted, her cheeks flushing hot.
Was he going to think her a whore, a slut? She thought about how she and Billie had fooled around under the stars. It had been so exciting, and yet so innocent. She hadn't thought she'd done anything really wrong. It was only later when she heard her mother talking about what bad girls did that she felt guilty.
"Long ago, huh? It's time you made up for some lost time."
Reaching forward, he cupped her big tits in his hands, pushing his fingers deep into her soft flesh. Paul caught a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and started to squeeze.
Janie was moaning, throwing her head back and arching her spine. He was toying with her, playing games and making her feel so hot. Her tits lifted up high, settling into his hands. They seemed to be begging to be pinched and rubbed, jj "Yeah, yeah, get it on," he moaned, bending down and pushing Janie back.
She found herself on the floor again, Paul towering over her. He was sucking on her nipples now, lashing the tit tips with his tongue. She could feel his teeth rubbing over her surrounding areolas. And all the while his prick hung there, just waiting to be shoved into her cunt.
How strange! For a second, just for a second, Janie found herself thinking of Pal. Perhaps it was the way Paul was bending over her, his head bobbing up and down, licking her like the dog had. It was stupid. Silly of her to be thinking like that! But still, the thought clung to her mind, intimidating her as Paul sucked her tits.
"Oh yes, yesss," she hissed, trying to drive her obscene thought away.
Janie remembered his fur, the touch of his tongue and snout against her cunt. Could she ever do something like that again? Could she ever get down on all fours and let him mount her? Of course, with Paul around, ready to suck and fuck her, the woman would have no further need to degrade herself. But still the question stuck in her mind as the young counselor continued eating her tits.
Then suddenly the caressing, licking and biting stopped. "Wh ... what's wrong?" Paul was pulling back, his head tipped to one side. He was listening to something. The girl shook her head, clearing her mind. Perking up her ears, Janie could hear something, too. It sounded like several people walking near by.
"Oh, it's the girls!" she said, drawing her hands to her mouth.
What if they came in to inspect the new boathouse? If they found her and Paul stark naked ... well, they'd both be finished at camp.
"We've got to get dressed," he hissed, drawing back and searching for his bathing suit.
It was hard for Janie to move. Her cunt was still warm and moist, her clit tingling. She had prepared herself for a good hot fuck, the first real one she'd had in years. And now, right in the middle of their foreplay, the action had to be cut.
"Oh, God, what if they come in now?" Janie asked, moving her hands around the floor in the near darkness, looking for her shorts.
"I'll stop 'em," Paul said, sliding first one leg and then the other into his swim trunks.
He bolted past her, opening the door and hailing the girls.
Janie found her shorts and slid them on, pulling the halter over her head. In a few minutes she was presentable-except that her cunt ached with a burning, throbbing sensation. If only she could have Paul fuck her, even just slip his cock into her for a short time, she knew she'd cum. She was that close!
There were sounds of retreating footsteps. Rushing up to the door, Janie peeked through a crack in the wood. She saw Paul was with the girls, one of his arms draped around a girl's shoulder. Once he glanced back nervously at the boathouse. No, he wasn't coming back. He wasn't coming back to finish what he started.
Pulling back from the wall, Janie put both hands to her mouth and closed her eyes. She was so hot, so frustrated! Weren't love, and fucking for her, too, as well as for the young? Was her life going to be deprived of the fun of having a man inside her? She stood there in the semi-darkness, a trickle of cuntjuice oozing down her thighs, reminding her of the heat of her pussy and the inability of anyone to take care of it.
After some time had passed, Janie managed to calm herself down. She pushed open the door and stepped into the twilight. It was so peaceful, so damned calm. She could have screamed!
Keeping her mind off her cunt as much as she could, the young woman picked her way up the steep hill, clutching at the long field grass for support, still feeling the slick rub of her cuntlips against one another. In a short while, Janie found herself back at camp. At the door of her office stood Wendy, looking a little disconcerted.
"I'm sorry I'm late," Janie muttered, not able to look the teenager in the eye. "We inspected the boathouse. Then Paul came back. I'm afraid I just lost track of time out there for a while," she said, sighing as she passed by the suspicious teen. "Oh, he came for his dog?" she said, relieved to see the animal was gone.
"Yes," Wendy said, feeling a flush of shame.
The girl had been very happy when Paul returned and fetched his pet. Never, never will I do anything like that again, Wendy said as she hurried from the office back to her cabin. No, no one would ever know about the horrible afternoon Pal licked her off!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Later that night there was a sing-along in the main cabin. Twice Janie thought Paul had signaled her across the room. But there were too many people there-the girls, the other counselors. So she kept on singing and smiling, feeling her pussy contract with lust when she thought Paul was staring at her. It wouldn't happen again. She would be an old-maid. No man wanted her. The thought bit into her pride, nearly bringing tears to her eyes.
Afterward, Janie rushed to her cabin, taking the phone off the hook. No, there would be no midnight calls, no late assignations in the field. She'd probably have to use her fingers again tonight, dipping them into her hot, fuzzy cunt and taking care of what should have been Paul's job.
She took a shower, sudsing her swollen cunt, feeling her knees grow weak as she worked her fingers up and down the slick folds of her pussy. She was so hot, still so very, very hot! It was cruel of fate to have promised her so much only to take it away.
Toweling herself off quickly, Janie grabbed her terrycloth robe off the hook and wrapped the garment tightly around her. Stepping outside into the cool night air, Janie tried to calm herself. The yellow lights gleamed merrily around the large dorm cabins and the administration building.
She had come to camp to escape her problems in the city. Janie smiled bitterly, thinking how much worse her problems were now. If only she had been a little bolder. Perhaps then the burning itch in her cunt wouldn't be so bad, crowding out all other thoughts except fucking. Fucking. It was all she could think about. Men, cocks, balls and that wonderful sensation she had had when Paul shoved his prick in her mouth and slapped his balls against her chin.
A flash of fire shot through her cunt. Would it ever happen again? Would she ever have the joy of feeling a man fucking her again?
Janie noticed something moving near the bushes. At first she thought it might be a wild animal. There had been reports of bears in the area. The woman began backing away, reaching for the phone, her eyes still on the moving bushes.
"Oh, God!"
But it was no bear. It was Paul's two dogs, Pal and Josh, foraging around in the dark. She saw their shapes and how they moved through the thick underbrush. Smoothing her hands over her gown, Janie started to turn, laughing at herself for being so skittish.
Then she heard the sound of approaching paws padding against the packed dirt of the center compound.
"No, NO!"
Whirling about in the doorway Janie saw Pal and Josh heading her way. There was determination in their eyes, an emotion that both startled and excited her. Josh stopped a little behind his buddy, sniffing Pal's ass while Pal eyed the nervous woman. Did dogs have the subtleness to seduce? Could it be he was laughing at her? For some crazy reason she thought she could see mocking laughter in his eyes.
Janie knew she should be closing the door to keep the beasts out. The animals weren't trying to force her into anything. All she had to do was slam the door and go to bed.
Then her cunt contracted painfully, reminding the woman of the terrible frustration she had suffered that afternoon. Again she could feel Paul's body pressing against her face, his cock reaming out her mouth. She remembered the drag of her cuntlips as her fingers had fluttered over her clit. And, above all, there had been the wonderful promise of a long, hot fuck. A promise broken by those awful girls rambling by.
She closed her eyes, her thoughts a confessed jumble. The soft gown clung to the curves of her lithe body, caressing her big tits. It was really silly to pretend anymore. She knew what she wanted, what she had to have. Paul wasn't around and probably wouldn't be around for quite a while. She couldn't depend on him. But the dogs were there, those wonderful, awful dogs, who she knew wouldn't talk.
"Oh no, no, God in heaven, forgive me but I just can't resist it ... "
Her words steadied her nerves. Just saying it returned some of her pride.
"Come here."
How awful, and yet how marvelously exciting.
She was backing up into her cabin, opening her robe and revealing her naked body to two panting animals.
Josh looked at Pal, then started up the wooden steps onto the porch.
"Yes, you damned wonderful dogs, yes. You're going to do what that son-of-a-bitch didn't. Yes, yes," she said, giving way to all the conflicting emotions rioting in her mind.
Janie let the animals in, running about to draw the gaily colored curtains over her windows. The phone was still off the hook, the doors barred. No one would bother her now. She would have all the time in the world to ease the ache between her legs. The dogs would take care of what a man should have!
"Pal, Josh...." she whispered, letting the gown slip from her shoulders and slide to the floor.
How thoughtful of Paul to let them roam around the camp at night. Of course, they were supposed to be used for guarding. She would have to be careful not to let them stay too long.
"Oh yes, yes," she groaned.
Pal was circling behind her, sniffing the rounded bottoms of her asscheeks. A ripple of excitement flashed through her. In front, Josh braced his paws widely apart, his snout tilted up. The black nostrils quivered with excitement.
Two dogs! The thought of having both animals servicing her nearly brought Janie to her knees. Josh moved forward, stepping on her feet, his nails digging into the tops of her ankles. Behind her she could feel Pal's furry coat dusting over the backs of her legs.
Janie moved to the bed, sitting on the edge, spreading her knees apart, fingering her cunt. She moved her hand over to Josh's nose and dangled it several inches from him. She watched as he tilted his head, sniffing at the fingertips. When he licked them, the touch of his maw and the feeling of his tongue and lips brought a shuddering groan from her chest.
Then the bed shook and sagged. It was Pal. He had jumped up next to her, rubbing against her right side. He shoved his head between her arm and body, licking the rounded, heavy bottoms of her tits.
"Oh yes, yes!"
From no lover she had gone to two. Two dogs! But she wasn't going to think of it like that. She wasn't going to accuse herself of doing something filthy, vile, or unnatural. She was going to have some fun. Some fun and some much-needed relief.
"Oh yes, yes," she said, laughing happily as she flopped back onto the bed, her arms spread to either side.
She wallowed her shoulders against the mattress as Josh began licking at her thighs. Pal moved up, drool from his tongue dripping onto her belly. He licked her tits, belly and chest in hot expectation. At the same time Josh was sliding his tongue closer and closer to her pussy.
Janie was going wild, guiding Pal upward, rewarding him with a scratch behind the ears when he licked her tits. His pink tongue was so hot and rough, but strangely soft at the same time. She was breathless with the furry animal's eagerness. His coat prickled her flesh. She hooked a leg up, rubbing the back of her knee against Josh's head. She rubbed her hands over Pal's sides. Were they going to fight over her? That would be something, a dog fight right in her own bed!
Josh moved up closer to her cunt. Janie squirmed back on the bed until her head pressed against the headboard.
"Come on, Josh, come on, boy."
She had never had much to do with this dog before. But now she wanted to do everything with him.
"Come on, boy."
Pal reared up, peeling back his black, rubbery lips and growling deep in his throat the moment Josh scrambled onto the bed.
"Come on, Pal, he's not going to hurt you," she no said consolingly, scratching his neck to calm him down.
Jealous! He was actually jealous! And then the sickening thought of what was happening recurred.
"No, I won't, won't think about it any more," she panted.
Janie rolled onto her belly, feeling both dogs pressing against her sides. She laughed once more as Josh bobbed his head around, trying to find a vulnerable spot. He nosed around her ass while Pal licked her ears, moving his tongue down over her shoulders to her whitened knuckles.
"Yes, there, there," she groaned.
Janie realized she was surrounded by dogs. That thought brought out another shivery moan. For the moment the confused counselor enjoyed her degradation, loved the knowledge that she was being surrounded and licked by animals and would be fucked by animals.
Josh was growing bolder and bolder. He licked down her back, getting her completely wet with his spit. Janie wagged her ass back and forth, feeling her stiff nipples brushing over the coverlet. The heavy panting of both dogs filled her room, echoes bouncing off the walls and mixing with her groans. Pal joined his buddy, lowering his head and licked down the sides of her hanging tits until they were silvered with doggie spit.
Janie closed her eyes, feeling as if she were falling into a dark ravine. Josh was getting better at this, moving his tongue down the hollows and bumps of her spine. Janie let out another shivery moan and widened her knees. Then, slowly, she raised her ass and wagged it. Josh grunted and wet each asscheek with his long, sloppy tongue.
Pal had moved behind her as well. Now both dogs were licking her. She felt two tongues caressing her asscheeks, digging into her crack, and sliding from her cunt to her shitter and back again. Hot spit dribbled down her ass, dripping over her thick blonde cuntal curls.
It was something that was completely new to her. Two animals doing this to her! She had never even fucked with two men. But here she was, kneeling down in her bed in a dogfuck position, wagging her ass while two German shepherds prepared to mount her. It made her heart stop.
It was something straight out of a fuck film, at least Janie thought so. She arched her back more, rising up on her knees to give both animals more room. She was panting every bit as hard as the dogs were. The weight of her tits hanging down from her chest excited her even more. She wobbled there on her elbows, gasping in lungfuls of air. She held her breath when Pal's strong tongue brushed a particularly strong, sensitive spot. He was working lower on her loins now, while Josh still lapped at her pussy.
"Oh, you beautiful, wonderful dogs," she gasped.
Josh saw her spreading her thighs until her inner cuntlips sprang apart, revealing the dark, slick pussymeat along her cunt. Josh pushed in at her hungrily, raking his tongue under and over her cuntal mound while Pal kept slopping his maw over her ankles. Janie clawed at the coverlet, tearing some of the material with her fingernails as the animals licked her.
The room whirled about her. Moaning, she rolled onto her back again, her legs parted for the sharp muzzles-both of them.
"Fuck me with those tongues, you beautiful ... ughhhh beautiful dogs!"
The dogs were growling with their growing sexual excitement. Janie was bobbing her ass up and down frantically, feeling her tits jiggle with the violence of her movements. It was as if someone had lit her clit on fire. Sparks of lust showered into her convulsing cunt while the dogs' tongues played across her juicy slit.
Janie didn't feel human anymore. She was an animal, a prowling, growling animal, just as Josh and Pal behind her were. Dipping and bobbing her ass, the young woman clawed at the coverlet, tearing the silken material while strings of drool oozed from the corners of her mouth.
Turning about and peering over her right shoulder, Janie could see that both dogs were hard, their cocks fully extended, their red slickness visible to the panting woman. Their cocks were so strange. Thick, but angled into a sharp point at the end. And all those smooth, slick bumps! Would she have the courage to take one of those pricks, perhaps both of them, in her pussy?
The images of dogs fucking in twos, threes, in packs, drifted through her mind. She was babbling with excitement.
"Oh God!"
Josh sniffed at Pal's cock as Janie moved around and sat back down on her ass. She locked her fingers behind the big German shepherd's head and forced him to lap her cuntal slit. She watched the dog eat out her pussy. Throwing back her head, Janie felt as if the world could have come crashing down on her and nothing would have mattered. For a second she thought of Paul, of how his mouth might have felt doing this. She knew she had turned him on with her tongue. Perhaps he could do the same for her, some day.
Janie didn't care if the whole camp heard her. She felt herself teetering on the brink of orgasm. Josh had moved around, tiring quickly of smelling his buddy's balls. While Pal lapped hungrily at her pussy, peeling back her fat, puffy labes, Josh went back to the girl's nipples. "Oh, yes, yes!"
She felt his furry head rubbing over her tits, felt his warm spit dribbling down her chest and into her navel. She was covered by dogs, inundated with their spit. And she loved every second of it.
"Oh do it, do it!" she cried.
Pal was wagging his narrow doggie hips. More of his prick slithered out, banging up against his firm, furry underbelly. Josh kept on licking his tongue over her tits, moving them apart with his head, sliding his nose up and down, then moving back and lapping the hard tit tips all over again.
Peering down, she saw that her cuntal hair clung together in wet strands along the edges of her pussy. Again and again Pal dragged his sloppy tongue over her cunt, drinking up the juice that oozed from her fuckhole. Sitting with her legs partially crossed made her completely open to the dog's tongue. She could see the tendons in her inner thighs bulging whenever Pal slurped up the length of her pussy.
Josh moved down, snaking his head around. Pal kept sloshing his tongue over Janie's furry slit, opening his powerful jaws, closing his teeth over her ridged right thigh muscle. The effect was incredible! Janie cried out, feeling herself consumed in a fury of incredible goodness.
"Yesss, oh my God, YES!"
Janie tossed herself around on the bed, whimpering through her nostrils. Her hair splashed over her face as the dogs ate her out. She thrust her cuntal mound up, tossing it around in circles, begging the dogs to keep eating her pussy. Josh jumped forward and quickly joined his buddy. The animals' tongues licked in concert.
It happened so quickly, almost too quickly for her. Janie felt the friction building to her climax. Pal humped his ass as he nipped and licked her cunt while Josh concentrated his tongue on the tiny knot of her asshole. She could feel the shake of the dogs' shoulders and their strong backs. Their subtle, erotic movement drove her wild!
It was one of the most powerful orgasms she'd ever experienced! Whipping her legs against the bed, Janie hugged Josh's body with the insides of her knees, nearly knocking Pal off the bed with her violent movement. The pleasure between her shivering thighs was so intense it was almost painful. She could hear the slick sounds of his mouth on her cunt, sucking and clicking with each movement. It was too good to be true! Again the pretty, blonde camp counselor cried out, her face a mask of pleasure-pain.
Janie couldn't stop squirming. She pranced her ass around the squeaking mattress, begging for more, needing more. What a slut she was turning out to be! ill
CHAPTER NINE
Josh and Pal went off in their own fury. Their heads bobbed around, both dogs wanting to get a taste of Janie's convulsing, cumming cunt. Josh snapped a few times at Pal, sticking his furry muzzle into the woman's pussy and twisting it around. It was like being reamed out by a fuzzy dildo! The woman squawked, jerking her knees out and tensing her ass and thigh muscles while shoving her pussy high into the air. Her hands flailed against the licking dogs, her toes curling and rubbing over their stiff, prickly coats.
The bed squeaked and groaned with her wild movements. As her climax peaked, Pal opened his jaws and took her pussy mound between his teeth, shaking her gently. At the same time Josh seemed to stiffen his tongue and drive it into her asshole. She felt something terribly hot and wet and slick curling around her slick bowel lining. She could feel his fangs rubbing over the gray-pink wrinkled flesh of her shitter! And all the while the other animal was tonguing her cunt, biting it gently, shaking it as if it was a cornered, doomed little animal.
Pal shook her gently, his fangs pressing maddeningly against her sensitive flesh while his tongue covered her body with delirious pleasure. Janie groaned, beating the mattress with her small fists.
Then, suddenly, something strange happened. Janie hadn't meant to touch the animals ... there! It had come to her as a sudden inspiration, a Wild thought. Her hand slipped back as she tossed in fiery release. Was it Josh? Pal? Perhaps it was both of them, Janie didn't know. Her mind was too confused, too bleached out by her cataclysmic orgasm to think. All she knew was that someone's prick brushed her palm. In a second, an animal was humping his cock against her knee and shin.
Streaks of something very hot and sticky brushed over her thighs. Then came another shower. Both animals were popping off, growling and snapping at one another and at her.
The dogs' cum came so quickly. She felt it splattering forcefully against her while the animals moaned and howled. It was too degrading, too awful for her to lay there like that. Fighting through the red fog that had settled over her brain, Janie managed to wriggle away from the spurting little blasts of slime.
"Noooo ... oh, God, no!"
Somehow she managed to get up, bending down and picking up her robe. Trembling, still halfdazed by the power of her own orgasm, the woman rushed to the door, unbolted it, and threw it open.
"Get out ... get out of here," she hissed threateningly between her teeth.
Having recovered from their orgasms, Josh and Pal leaped off the bed, eyed her mockingly, and trotted out together.
"What have I done?" she cried, slamming the door shut behind them.
The dogs' warm jizz dribbled down her legs. Closing her eyes, she threw the gown back down onto the bed and rushed into the bathroom. Looking at her lust-swollen face in the mirror, she wondered again what she had done. Two animals, two of them, and she had taken them both on! It was as if her perverted desires knew no bounds, no bottom.
"I ... I can't go on like this. I can't let it happen again...." Janie sobbed into her hands.
Why couldn't she think straight any more? She needed a drink. Yes, a drink would help. Drinks always blurred things so quickly. She could forget that she'd let the animals in all by herself, that she'd let Josh and Pal into her cabin to romp with her on the bed.
Stepping into the shower, Janie washed herself and went back to bed. She thought of the two dogs sitting there, the way they eyed her as she backed up, her cunt swollen, throbbing, in need of release. She had had that this evening! Janie blushed in silence as she remembered just how powerful her climax had been, especially when Pal sank his fangs into her cuntal mound as he tongued her. That had been too much! She had nearly passed out from the riot of sensations that move had created!
"They've got to leave me alone," she whispered to herself, stretching out one hand and opening the nightstand top drawer for the bottle of V.O. she kept for such occasions. Tonight she needed a drink especially badly."
Pouring out the liquor, she gulped it down, feeling an immediate warmth spreading in her belly:
Her thighs still had the warm glow Pal and Josh had given her with their hungry mouths. Janie didn't know what to believe. She knew the others around here would laugh at her and drive her out if they ever found out what had happened. Thank God dogs don't talk!
Janie thought about that and laughed, pouring herself another drink. She closed the drawer and rubbed the edge of her glass against her lips. It had been less than fifteen minutes and already she was longing to feel her body touched and loved again. Janie knew she was treading on the thin ice of insanity. People just didn't go around letting dogs....
She gulped down more of the drink.
"Why is this happening to me ... why?"
Again Janie laughed harshly, frightening herself somewhat. Closing her eyes, she thought she could feel Pal and Josh licking her thighs again, dragging their tongues over her legs, sloshing over her ankles and then moving up to her clit.
Dangerous thoughts! She had to drive them from her head. It might show, somehow!
Janie finished her drink, then swung her legs onto the bed, shoving down the torn coverlet. She stared at the marks made earlier by her fingernails.
Whimpering, she dropped one finger to her feather-soft cuntlips, curling it and dipping into her cuntal pit. She could smell herself, the musky odor drifting up from between her legs.
Janie smiled, moving her hand back and forth as she closed her eyes and thought of Paul, of Josh, of Pal. No, she didn't want to get the thoughts mixed up. That would be dangerous.
Her hand moved back and forth more sensuously, the palm pressing against her cuntal mound while two fingers dipped in and out of her pussy. Soon they were slick with her juices. Janie felt her ass moving from side to side on the top sheet while her knees jerked up. She was hot, still hot, even after those animals had licked her off.
She needed something ... more. Did she have the courage to entice the dogs to ... to fuck her? Oh, God, why didn't she just go to Paul and fuck him. He would have if those damned girls hadn't come by.
Janie moaned again, turning out the light. Returning to her fingerfucking, she could hear the dogs barking outside in the distance.
* * *
Outside, Wendy was enjoying herself immensely. She and Teri had managed to slip away from their cabin, joining Brad and Joe near the boathouse just as Janie was inviting Josh and Pal in. The blonde teen was breathing hard, remembering the phone call she'd received and how his words had turned her to the dog and made her spread her legs to let Pal lick her off while Brad told her what he was going to do to her.
Now, in the moonlight, he frightened as well as excited her. His long hair, wild eyes and broad, strong shoulders made him look sexier than ever. He hadn't so much as spoken to her yet, but she knew what he wanted and she wanted the same thing!
"Come on. Joe and Teri are gonna go off by the other side of the lake. They like fuckin' around in the open air," Brad said, taking Wendy by the hand.
She didn't much like the way he was talking to her tonight, so free and open, as if she was some kind of street slut. As she picked her way carefully over the boarded landing and into the darkened boathouse, Wendy thought about telling him her feelings. But that was absurd. Wasn't she acting like some street slut? After all, he hadn't dragged her here. She'd come of her own accord.
She jumped when she heard the door slam shut behind her. Somewhere in the distance she could hear Teri giggling. The sound disappeared as Brad walked toward her.
"I came when I talked to you on the phone. It was great lettin' it happen. It got my pants all sticky. You cum too?"
"Yes," she said, lowering her eyes.
She could never tell Brad how she'd cum, how Pal had licked her, bracing his paws on the chair while nuzzling his snout into her pussy. The girl shuddered when she thought of it. If only Janie and Paul had come back from the boathouse earlier nothing would have happened. She would have slammed the receiver down and kicked the animal away, but as it was, Wendy would have the memory of that dog's wonderful tongue for the rest of her life!
"You're hot ... real hot. That's what I like," Brad said, running his hands up and down her arms.
Wendy was feeling horribly excited and spacy as she felt his body touch hers. Again she remembered his cock and how slick and hot and good it felt spreading her cuntlips apart, turning her pussy channel into a high-ceilinged tunnel. Just thinking about it made the young girl whimper.
Then Brad gathered her in his arms and kissed her hard. Wendy struggled, then went limp, fencing her tongue against his while she let him touch her anywhere. She felt his hands kneading her ass flesh, working the shorts down, over her slim hips. Then he toyed with her halter, unbuckling the small snap. He groaned into her mouth and hunched against her, making hard, fucking movements. She knew what he wanted, what he wanted to do to her. And Wendy desperately wanted the same thing!
When the kiss trailed off, Wendy rested her cheek against the side of Brad's face. She wasn't thinking of Pal or Paul anymore. Now it was Brad, wonderful Brad, that star football player her own age, who was attainable. She was panting as his hands moved down her body, tracking every curve until they came down to the hem of her shorts.
"Let's get naked."
The words were simple, but took her breath away. She felt his hands opening her briefs and pulling them off. Then she felt those same fingers removing her bra. Wendy hadn't bothered to wear panties.
"Come on," Brad said.
He lead the naked girl to a pile of rags he'd spotted, the same pile on which Janie had been squirming some four hours earlier. He lowered her onto the rags, then dropped down next to her. Wendy sucked in a nervous breath when she heard his zipper opening, followed by the soft, sliding sound of material over flesh. In a second she knew Brad was naked, naked and hot, and ready to stick his cock into her cunt.
"Ohhhh...."
"You wanna fuck bad, don't you?" Brad was chuckling, running his fingers over her tits, then sliding them down to her cunt.
"Well, don't you? Don't you want to fuck?"
Wendy stopped, biting her lips. What did he want from her? Why was he saying things like that?
"Come on, say it. It turns me on. You know that from the phone, anyway," he added.
"Yes, Brad, I want to ... to fuck."
There. Maybe he was satisfied.
"I want to fuck you too. Hell, I could go on fucking you all night. But this time it's gonna be something different."
Different? What was he talking about? What was going to be different?
He was on top of her in an instant, tonguing her tits and sucking her hard nipples while he rubbed his long, thick cock over her belly. The touch of his body and the weight of that firm, hairy chest pressing against her tits drove her half mad. Wendy squirmed like a snake under Brad, kicking her legs, wanting him in her cunt, wanting him anywhere!
"Now."
It was a simple word, but it sent shivers up and down her curling spine. He was going down, down to her cunt again. She felt his lips smoothing teasingly against her pussy and his nose pressing in against her clit while he dove deeper. She wailed, her knees rubbing against his head while his tongue flicked in and out of her pussy. Only a few days earlier she'd been a virgin, someone who didn't know a thing about fucking. All she'd known was from what her girlfriends told her and what she'd learned in class. But this was different. Much better than anything she'd ever seen between book covers or heard about in the school John!
In and out, in and out. He was fucking her with that wonderful tongue of his, whipping her into a wild frenzy of sexual arousal. Her cunt exploded wetly against his mouth. She had no control left and started squirming under him.
"You move that ass nice," Brad whispered, rubbing his fingers over her ass.
The touch of his hand made her whimper. She tightened her ass muscles and squirmed more.
"Come on, help me fit it in. I said I'd let you do it. It feels great doin' it, helping my cock slide into your cunt."
The thought of touching both his cock and her cunt at the same time made Wendy wild with lust. Sucking in a deep breath, the girl shoved her hand down her belly. Brad made room between them and she forced her fingers into the tangle of her cunthairs. Now she could feel his ridged, glossy cockhead. It was already soaked with her slippery cuntal juices. It felt dangerously hot, as if it might explode with cum at any second. Wendy jerked her hand back, letting out a frightened whimper. But Brad made her touch his cock again.
"Yeah, that's real nice, real good," he breathed into her ear.
"Ohhhh, yes, yes, nice...." Wendy whispered back, sliding her ass from side to side.
The girl shoved a trembling finger into the squishy mess. She traced the bottom of her pussy and found the tensed muscles guarding her cuntal mouth. She helped Brad put his cockhead where she was touching. It felt so soft and yet so hard. She shivered with excitement!
"Now," he moaned again.
The girl felt his cock slipping deeper into the circles. She circled his cock with her hand as it slid past.
"Oh, God, it's so big, but it's going in!"
And it was. Gliding past her fingers and palm, the big cockhead was inside her now. Wendy shuddered with the sexy sensation of her cunt being filled with cock. She moved her hips, slightly changing the angle her cunt met Brad's huge cock. He was halfway inside her when her cuntal muscles spasmed and tightened down on him. He stopped breathing, gasping a wet kiss against her neck.
"Ughhhh ... shit, that's great! You're so damned tight down there it almost hurts ... ughhhhh...."
Wendy was out of control. She relaxed, letting him drive his prick the rest of the way in. Her hand was still around his cock, feeling him sliding deeper. She could hardly believe it when she felt his balls bumping her knuckles. He was very deep, sooooo deep. She could sense the added heat inside her belly and hear the slick noises of his cockshaft sliding past her stretched cuntlips.
"You can take it, take it all, Wendy. Hell, you were a champ about it last time," Brad said, noticing her growing nervousness.
"It just feels so weird ... it's like your cock is taking over everything inside me."
"Yeah, yeah, that's it, baby. You don't have anything to say about it. It's takin' you over," Brad agreed, holding her down by the shoulders and arching his back.
The big stud drove the last few inches of his cock in with a sharp jerk. Wendy cried out, wallowing her shoulders against the pile of rags under her. Nothing existed any more-not the camp, the boathouse, Teri, or anything. No one mattered except her and Brad and that mind-tingling cock of his trenching out her tight fuckhole.
Then he started fucking, rolling with her and hugging her slim body next to his. The rags worked up into her sweaty asscrack with her wild movements.
"Ohhh, I like this!" she babbled.
The slick, sucking noise of their fucking and of the sounds of his cock trenching out her cunt, pistoning in and out while his balls slapped against her ass, made Wendy delirious with joy! Her tits jiggled like mounds of jello with each forward fucking thrust Brad made. Sweat dripped off his forehead and chest onto her belly as the young athlete fucked harder and deeper into her.
Flashes of sexual fire shot through Wendy's cunt. The girl felt herself flying up off the floor and into some region where there was continual orgasm, constant cumming!
Then, suddenly, he stopped. Unbelievably Wendy felt Brad pulling back, her cuntal walls shrinking back together behind his sliding cockhead. She curled her fingers instinctively, pulling on his broad shoulders, trying to work her pussy back onto his cock.
"I said this was gonna be something different," the young man whispered, slipping his prick out with a squishy pop.
"What...?"
Wendy flashed him a dazed, confused look, as she felt his hands grip her hips and start rolling her over. In an instant she was on her belly, her hands stretched out in front of her. Brad knelt between her thighs, spreading them, working her asscheeks apart with his callused fingers.
"What, are you doing ... what?"
The touch of his tongue on her asshole told Wendy the whole story! He was going to fuck her in the ass!
CHAPTER TEN
"Oh no, no, you'll ... hurt me doing that ... you'll ... oh noooo!"
But Brad wasn't about to be put off. He held her tightly, gripping her hips and diving his face into her asscrack. Wendy squawked, her eyes widened and her nostrils flared as a rush of air shot from her opened lips. Her vocal cords froze when she felt his tongue touching her asshole, pushing the ribbed flesh apart and squiggling into her bowels.
Her head snapped back while her knees dug hard into the pile of rags beneath her. Brad was licking out her asshole, growling like a dog, like Pal! She felt his stubbly chin tickling the sensitive insides of her ass. Yes! Let him do it, do whatever he wants. That thought came again and again as Brad let his fingers roam around her cunt, fucking in and out of her sucking, hot, wet pussy.
"I'm gonna fuck you real nice and hard there ... I like this kinda fucking," he groaned, resting his body on top of hers.
Wendy groaned back, feeling his prick sliding over her ass. He was dry-fucking her, sliding his cock back and forth over her asscrack, wiggling it down into the sweaty crevice until it was rubbing over her spit-slicked asshole. For a while the girl wanted to have his tongue back, working over her asscrack, slicking down the wrinkled flesh of her asshole!
Then she felt his cockhead pressing against the tight muscles guarding her shifter. Wendy stiffened, moving her shoulders, clawing the rags under her while spreading her thighs farther apart. Brad was angling his cock in, towering over her, his body a fleshy bridge of lust. She could feel his cockhead pressing harder and harder against her asshole and feel his fingers fluttering over her tight, little opening.
"NOOOO!"
Wendy screamed loudly. It was unlike any feeling she'd ever had in her life! A painful stretching sensation ached through her body and made her teeth rattle as Brad pressed in.
It felt as if her entire asshole ring were being driven into her bowels. She felt the tearing, stretching ache all around the outside of her asshole. It was as if her body were being split wide open by a blunt chisel. The scraping of his fingers over her shitter added to the wild sensation of being fucked in the ass.
Brad eased up and one of his hands left her hip. Then the young football player held his cockshaft rigid against the rubbery circle of her shitter. Wendy let herself relax.
Then, like a huge bar of iron, the cock fucked against her asshole. Before she could even think of what to do, half his cockhead was already into her. Her ass felt as if it were tearing.
He left it inside her for a while, not trying to push in any more. Slowly, gradually, the girl felt her shitter accommodating the mammoth prickhead. She was gasping and tears rolled down her flushed cheeks while she breathed with harsh breaths.
"Oh, you're hot and tight and fine!" In a while, Wendy felt her cunt nearly crying out, wanting to feel that cockhead ravaging her ass again. It was different, but the girl really wanted to fuck the old-fashioned way!
"Move it, baby, move that ass the way you moved it before," Brad moaned, reaching down and slapping her hard on the ass.
Wendy moved her ass as sensuously as she could. The slow fucking of the hard prick in her ass still hurt her terribly! Her cunt was throbbing, opening and then winking shut on nothing. She needed something there, something larger than the fingers now working in and out of her clenching hole.
She was biting the rags, tossing her head from side to side as his cock split her wide open. Wendy felt the pain of his gradual insertion reaching higher and higher into her ass, spreading to the rounded edges of her ass. Her belly bucked and she turned over as another inch of Brad's prick disappeared into her bowels.
"Man, man, this is fucking!" he gasped.
The widening head of his cock seemed to go on forever. Wendy wept harder, her tears streaking her cheeks. She didn't know how much longer she could keep it up.
"Ohhhh, God, you're ... killing me ... you're...." the girl panted, clawing at the rags desperately, trying to spread her thighs even wider to ease her agony.
"Yeahh...."
Brad drew back, pulling his cock out. Shivers rippled up and down Wendy's spine. It felt as if he were pulling out her intestines! She dug her heels deeper into the rag pile, raising her ass and angling it up as he pulled inch after thick inch of cockmeat from her asshole.
The cords stood out in her neck as Brad stopped, twisted his hips around, and shoved his cock back in. Soon he was completely on top of her, his knees digging into the backs of her legs, his balls nestling over her clit. In and out. In and out. Faster and faster he went, filling her asshole with his prickmeat.
The sliding of his cock deeper into her ass sent shivery thrills through her ass as well as pain. Wendy felt her bowels filling with Brad's cock. It was like a steady, growing load of iron-hard heat in her ass. She thought something would surely tear and give way. But her ass took the abuse.
"OH MY GOD!"
She panted, her mind going blank. She knew she was being fucked, fucked hard and fast. Her cunt was so hot and wet. It needed something inside, something to ease that horrible, wonderful pressure that was killing her.
"Oh, God in heaven, fuck me!"
It was a cry of desperation, frustration and desire. Brad grunted behind her. He pulled his cock out up to its fat head, teased her with it, and shoved it back in to the hilt. She could feel the wiry hairs surrounding his prick tickling her shitter. The girl cried out, hunching her ass back and forth in fast, fluttering strokes.
With another grunt, Brad fucked his cock deep into her ass. Wendy thought she could feel her lining tearing. She screamed, feeling the fire explode in her ass.
Brad was cumming, she could tell by the way he was squirming on top of her, groaning and gasping, his fingers tearing at her flesh. He slid them around her and grabbed hold of her nipples, pinching them until she squealed like a stuck pig. She could feel his jizz rushing into her asshole. It was like getting a hot enema!
"OH, NO, NO, NO!"
He didn't care about her! He just didn't! He was gasping and groaning, forgetting all about her cunt and the fact that she needed the same kind of relief.
He drew his cock out again. She wanted that cock to stay in her ass until the whole incredible process of her unnatural orgasm was done. The out-sliding member paused, then retreated farther. Wendy cried. It had disrupted the rhythm of the spasms in her cunt, sending far too many hot signals up her spine. Her overloaded brain shattered and she fought to keep his cock trapped in her asshole.
"You want it bad still, huh?"
The wide flare of his head slipped out. Wendy ground her teeth, silently cursing the big athlete. Her asshole still fluttered, as empty now as her pussy. She jerked and twitched as Brad rolled off her, pounding her body against the floor.
Wendy had never felt so deserted in her life. Her cunt slackened a little as cum oozed from her stretched asshole. The girl closed her eyes in defeat, knowing it would be a long time before Brad could get his prick hard again and satisfy her.
"Ohhh, that was real good, Wendy, real...."
"You, you ... oh to hell with you!" she muttered, scrambling up and searching for her clothes. She wanted to kick and scream but instead looked around for her halter and shorts.
"What's wrong?"
Brad was staring up at her, mystified by her sudden anger.
"Nothing ... just nothing," she said sarcastically, stepping into her shorts and slipping her halter over her shoulders and buckling it tight. "Just stay here and take care of yourself. I think that's what you're best at. Tell Teri I went back, if you see her."
Her ass hurt. The big muscles in the backs of her legs ached as she walked out of the boathouse and into the night. With every step she took, Wendy could feel the slick rub of her cum-stained shitter lips. It made her angrier than before to think how Brad got himself off, then left her high and dry. Her cunt ached and burned as if someone had poured gasoline on it. And he was lying there satisfied as a torn cat, his arms stretched out for her as if she should thank him for that ass fuck. Men!
Wendy picked her way carefully up the path, avoiding the thorny undergrowth. Soon she could see the lights of the camp and she knew she had to be careful. She was supposed to be in bed. Well, she was headed that way and soon.
"OH!"
Wendy jerked around, feeling something hot and wet just below her asscheeks. The girl stumbled forward from surprise, falling on her side in the damp grass. Wendy covered her mouth, trying not to scream out while still attempting to protect herself. Narrowing her eyes as she crawled back toward a large oak, the teen caught sight of Pal and his partner Josh. They were standing side by side in front of her, tongues hanging out, bushy tails high in the air.
"Oh, you two," she said dryly, her voice taking on a sharp edge. "Go home, go home, get out of here," the girl whispered, taking a nearby stick and throwing it at Pal.
The dogs wheeled around, barking once, then they lowered their heads and came at her slowly. Wendy was sorry she had done something so rash, so stupid. It had been Brad's awful fucking that had put her on edge. Now the dogs were mad that she had attacked them.
Stretching her arms behind her, Wendy scooted back, her fingers disappearing in the soft matting of dead leaves and field "grass. Pal and Josh hardly made a sound as their soft paws pressed forward. In the dark, she could see their eyes shining, their teeth gleaming. Were they going to tear out her throat? Would Pal remember what happened and take pity on her?
Both dogs jumped, tearing at her shorts, but being careful not to bite her skin. Wendy cried out, twisting around, trying to kick free. It was happening, really happening! She was being sexually attacked by two dogs!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Stop it!"
Her tight-fitting shorts were being ripped. Wendy could feel the shreds hanging from her waist. Pal had bitten off the top button and managed to tear the zipper partway down before the girl had slapped him away. Josh moved in quickly, closing his fangs over the right pantleg and pulling back hard, his body bowed down, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Oh no, NO!"
Wendy curled her fingers around her shorts, digging her heels into the soft dirt as she tried fighting off the dogs. It was useless. Unless she wanted to arouse the entire camp, she would have to surrender to the dogs.
There was a tearing sound, then another. In a few moments the girl felt her shorts give way, sliding down her thighs, over her knees and finally over her toes. Josh-or was it Pal-lunged forward. In a moment the animal was on top of her, his tongue quickly sliding into her still swollen cuntal slit. She gasped from the friction as he dug deep enough to touch her clit.
It was a mad sensation. Looking to the right, she saw the other animal with her shorts still in his mouth. He was growling, his tail straight out, tossing his head from side to side. Her shorts were being tossed around as if they were some small animal he'd just killed. Wendy shivered and turned away.
A dog was eating out her cunt again. She had sworn this would never happen. There was no reason for it. She had Brad. And yet here she was, crawling backward in the dark, a dog wedged between her knees, hotly licking at her cunt!
The feeling was so silky, so damned smooth against her pussylips. Wendy threw her head back, feeling the sweep of her hair over her shoulderblades. All sorts of thoughts were drifting through her mind now. She thought of Brad and of the way his cock had felt in her ass and how her cuntlips had rubbed together each time he pile-drove into her ass. If only he had taken his prick out at the last minute and shoved it in her pussy! If he had only thought of her for one second and not just his damned cock, she would have been satisfied. And none of this would be happening now! "Oh th ... there!"
Was she actually giving instructions to the animal, telling him where to lick her? It was the shameless truth! She was wallowing in her own filth and loving the degradation. Staring up through the natural latticework of branches, she saw the brilliant night and felt like howling. Shaking her head, Wendy surrendered to the wild feelings gripping her mind and body. Letting the dogs have her cunt, her ass, anything to ease the throbbing ache between her legs.
Josh slipped his muzzle up the inside of one thigh and went deep into her cunt. He was growling and tossing his head wildly as Pal still played with her shorts. The sudden penetration of her pussy brought a shiver over her skin. Weakly, she tried pulling herself back a little farther, but it was impossible. She couldn't move or do anything except lie there and let the animals have their way.
There were no real protests now, no attempts to get away from Josh and Pal. Josh and Pal. What a team they made, trapping young women out in the bushes! Wendy looked heavy-lidded at both German shepherds and smiled weakly. She tried to speak but it was no use, her voice was only a hoarse whisper.
She closed her thighs finally, clamping Josh's paws and head between them. He growled, twisting his head around and actually biting her inner thighs until the girl let go.
Then Pal threw her torn shorts over his head, gave them a final glimpse, and trotted over to the young teen. Wendy cried out. The rough wetness of Josh's nose excited her clit. Then Pal began nuzzling her tits, opening his jaws and closing his teeth around her halter. He pulled back, tearing the terrycloth material easily. Now Wendy was naked, stark naked in front of the beasts!
Pal moved in quickly, licking her tits as he had licked Janie's. Meanwhile Josh kept on driving his tongue around her clit. Wendy found herself lying prone on the grass, her arms spread out from the sides of her body while Josh rested on his belly between her splayed knees and fed.
Josh was growing wilder by the second and Pal seemed to be heading in that direction too, licking her belly, her tits, her armpits, and finally her throat. She was being slicked down with doggie spit, feeling their hot breath all over. She moved her ass from side to side, hunching it up to the dog's hungry maw, silently begging him for more friction, more sensations.
Then something happened, something she couldn't explain and would never be able to fathom even in later years. Something snapped, something happened that made the young woman roll over on her hands and knees and assume a doggie fuck position. She was actually going to do it! She was going to let one of those animals ... fuck her! It was incredible! Her mind whirled and her clit burned like a tiny, fiery jewel. Her tits hung down and nearly touched the ground. Behind her, Josh and Pal sniffed at her cunt, their strong bodies shaking with lust.
Paws scratched at her ass. Wendy groaned, angling her ass up while digging her fingertips into the soft, moist dirt. Something warm and furry slid up her back, hugging her body tightly. Then there was the sensation of something very hot and stiff sliding along one of her inner thighs and up to her pussy. Wendy knew what it was and braced herself for the fuck. She bowed her back as the animal hung tightly around her waist, his hindquarters pressing up against the backs of her legs. Was it Josh or Pal? It didn't matter. One of them was fucking her while the other was licking her tits, her sides, her thighs, slopping up the juice still oozing from her fuckslot. "Fuck ... fuck...."
Wendy was babbling, throwing her ass around to encourage the mounted animal. She could hardly breathe! Her chest and throat had tightened so much her mouth went dry once more. What Brad should have done earlier the dog was taking care of now. She felt that bony cock sliding closer and closer to her cunt. Groaning, Wendy closed her eyes, clawing at the dirt. It was wonderful, heavenly!
Then a flash of fear and shame and disgust shot through her. How could she possibly consider bending down in front of an animal and letting him lick and paw her like this? She threw her head from side to side again, her long blonde hair splashing over her knuckles. She was in the fringe of taking care of that need to have her cunt filled. But could she go this far? Could she actually let this animal take care of her?
As she sobbed in confusion, the dog's red cock slipped into her cuntal mouth. The animal growled and tightened his grip around her waist as he shoved down hard.
It was Pal. She was sure of it! He was finishing what he'd started in the office. Josh was standing in front of her, licking her face, growling with envy at what his buddy was doing to the attractive young woman. Wendy growled back, saliva oozing from the corners of her mouth. Nothing was real any more. All that mattered was the doggie cock in her cunt and....
Then, suddenly, the animals began to fight, Pal snapping at Josh who was trying to knock him off. Their mini battle aroused Wendy from her stupor. Oh, God, a dog, a Goddamned dog was fucking her!
"NO!"
He had been screwing her for only a little while. She fell forward, swatting at the growling dogs, throwing Pal off her. It couldn't be! It just couldn't! She would rather have them tear her throat out than do this! Panicked and burning with lust, Wendy staggered to her feet. The dogs tried to bring her down again, nipping at her ankles. This time Wendy held her ground, rushing from the bushes, not caring if someone saw her stark naked.
No one was around. She sneaked back into her cabin, peeking around. No, Teri wasn't back. Damn! Teri was out there somewhere getting satisfied while she was here alone, her pussy on fire. The two animals barked and howled for her to come back.
"Damn, damn, damn," Wendy moaned, sitting on the edge of the bed, holding her head in her hands.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. Men! Did they always do this to women? She flopped back onto the bed, drawing her fingers over her cunt, dipping them in and out in fucking fashion until a hot wave of lust swept over her pussy. She rolled over onto one side, jerking her knees up into a fetal position while her clit exploded into orgasm. Again and again she came, her face red and pinched, her body shivering with each powerful orgasmic shock.
It was better than nothing. But what wouldn't she have done to have a man, a real man on top of her. With those thoughts the girl crawled between the covers and drew them up to her chin, softly crying herself to sleep.
* * *
"I promise, I really promise. I won't do that again. I just got really freaked out. I dig doin' that, but I promise I won't leave you high and dry any more," Brad whispered.
His fingers were curled around Wendy's shorts. They were back at the boathouse. It had been two days and it was nearly ten in the evening. The young girl didn't know why she had agreed to come with him again, especially considering how she felt about events of the past day. But now she was glad she had come. Brad had already slipped off his shorts and was rolling on top of her, her slender thighs disappearing under his hips. She could feel his cockhead poking around her cuntal slit, then pushing down, spreading her soft, feathery cuntlips apart.
"Oh no, don't ... don't ever do that again," Wendy whispered, kissing his neck, nearly crying with happiness as she felt the cock she needed so desperately enter her.
* * *
In the camp, Janie was having good times of her own. Paul was on top of the young woman, his hands kneading her ass while his cock slid up and down over her pussy, the fat head bumping her clit. Janie wiggled her thighs, raising her knees slowly up to her chest.
"We've got some unfinished business ... I ... damn, those dogs keep barking!" he said, looking up at the window.
Janie stiffened, then relaxed and smiled. There was no need for him or anyone else to know what awful things had happened. The dogs ... well, that was just an error, a mistake in her life. Now that she had Paul there was nothing to worry about. And the dogs certainly wouldn't say anything about what had happened.
"Fuck me," she whispered in his ear, flicking her tongue into the waxy canal.
"No problem there, Janie, no problem there," Paul whispered, shoving his knees up against her ass, driving his cockshaft into the woman's sucking cunthole with one plunge.
* * *
The evening two women were being fucked at the mountain camp, they were learning about the joys life had to offer. Neither would ever again be denied the pleasures and rights that were due them. Near Janie's cabin Teri sat alone, resting after a date with her boyfriend Joe. She wondered where Wendy was, then decided it was best for her not to ask. She was about to turn in when she noticed some movement nearby. Startled, she narrowed her eyes and saw it was only Josh and Pal. They stared at her for a bit, then trotted over friendlily.
"Oh, what are you guys doing around here?" she mused out loud, a little surprised that Pal was nosing her thighs. "Well, you wanna come in? I think I've got some scraps or something from the table. Come on," she said, slapping her thighs lightly and opening the cabin door.
