The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, join the neighborhood wife-swappers.
GIRL ON A LEASH is about some of these outwardly normal people, and one young girl in particular, Ronnette Whittacker. And within them a love of perversity and a depth of passion none of them dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
A shocking story, yes, but a story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Ronnette put the big Chrysler into a drift and punched the gas with her bare foot. The sign indicating Maple Street blurred by. The car was wallowing some and she knew she was on the line where it could go all the way around, but she squeezed the wheel and kept her foot in it. The rear tires squealed rubber and the car straightened up. She could see Flo waiting on the steps of the Johnson Building, big grin on her face. She screeched up in front and revved the engine.
"Wow, you almost did it that time," Flo bubbled excitedly, scooting into the front seat. She was shorter than Ronnette and blonde. Ronnette liked her blondeness, her cheerful and fun-loving nature. Florence's folks weren't as well to do as Ronnette's. Flo even had to work four days a week in the summer as a clerk in a wholesale jewelry house. Ronnette never worked. But Flo was her best friend, work or not. They had a lot of mutual interests, the most exciting of which was sex!
"Did you get it?" Flo was leaning across, eyes twinkling like big blue lakes.
Ronnette felt like teasing her a little. "Get what?"
"Oh, you know!" Flo pulled at her panty crotch. Her dress hit her just above the knees. Her knees were freckled and just a little plump. Ronnette thought that a boy would like that on a girl. Her own legs were willowy and lean, but very nice too. After all she was five-seven and Flo was five-two. She had small, high breasts whereas Florence's were full and deep and soft with squiggly pink nipples.
It took a lot of rubbing to get Florence's nipples to stick out. Ronnie remembered how her own nipples were hard most of the time. Hard and dark brown and hot to the touch. She could feel the turgid fingers growing now under her expensive silk shirt. She took the corner at Main and stomped the Chrysler out.
"Oh come on, Ronnie ... you did get it, didn't you?"
Ronnette giggled and jerked her head toward the back seat. By this time Flo had a hand clear under her dress. The hem was up across her belly. Ronnie could smell the warm musky smell of her pussy. She came up to a light and looked over as Flo stretched over the back of the seat and grabbed the package. Her friend's bikini panties slipped down enough to expose a rich tangle of blonde cunt hair. Florence was breathing fast by the time she had the package on her lap and was tearing at the strings.
"Ohhhhh god ... I've been burning up all day. I tried to go to the restroom and take care of myself but people were in and out all the time...." Florence shook the open end of the box and the ivory-colored bullet slipped into her palm. She gave a squeal of delight.
The light changed and Ronnette punched the Chrysler through the intersection. A kid in a hot Chevy watched her scream away from him with wide eyes. Ronnie slipped the big car into the next lane and snapped on the turn signal. It gave her a tingly rush to blow away young kids in their school cars. It made her panties wet. It made her sweat a little under the arms too, and as she made the corner and headed up the hill toward the big houses of town, she wiggled her ass against the seat.
"It's beautiful!" Florence breathed, rubbing a finger up and down the plastic smoothness of the dildo. "Does it have batteries already?"
"Try it." Ronnette licked her lips. "Just try it and see."
A soft buzz filled the car. Ronnie could see from the corner of her eye that Flo was breathing hard.
Her friend let the tingling, buzzing tip tickle her neck. Then she slid it up her cheek and into her mouth an inch. They laughed together. Then Flo's face went serious. She pushed the thing down over the outside of her panty crotch. The vibrating noise softened more as the vibrator came against her plush, plump cunt.
Ronnette was watching, catching quick glances when she could. She swallowed. Her mouth was dry. It had taken her a month of nerve to finally go and buy that thing at the department store downtown. The lady at the cosmetic counter hadn't said anything, but Ronnette had had to grit her teeth when she'd handed across her charge card.
"Ohhhhh...." Florence let her head fall back on the car seat. She was gently guiding the dome of the thing up and down her silken crotch piece. Ronnette could see that the end of the vibrator was poking the silk deeper between the blonde's flooding labia. The silk was already dark with slick moisture. Flo's breathing was stark, ragged. "Uhnnnnn!"
"We're almost there," Ronnie said. She wheeled into the long drive and flicked off the ignition. Flo pulled the smooth bullet away from her crotch and got it turned off. Her small hands were trembling. Ronnette could see hot butter glistening at the plastic tip of the device. "Come on, you little pervert," she giggled, "let's get up to my room."
They were almost to the front door when Ronnie saw Nat coming around the side of the house, a rake over his shoulder. Nat was big and tall and broad-shouldered. Nat was black as the ace of spades. He was the ace and let everybody know it. He was her father's gardener.
"Well, you been out stirring up trouble again?" he drawled. His speech was slow Alabama molasses but his eyes were quick and sharp. Ronnette had always dug his insolence. And the fact that he had covered for her a few times when she'd been uptight with her parents over a missed appointment or some such.
"Hi, Nat."
Flo waved and grinned. "Hi."
Ronnie saw her friend blush. She knew it was because only yesterday they'd been considering the size of Nat's cock, making guesses. Nat came up swiveling his narrow hips. He pulled off a work glove and dug something out of a shirt pocket.
"Here's that stuff I was telling you about." Big teeth, one -edged with gold. His eyes never blinked, never left hers. Ronnette took the small lump rolled in a piece of baggie. A dark little clod no bigger than the end of her pinky. Hash.
"Wow, you weren't joking!"
"I tole you I'd have a surprise. You let me know how it hits you." He was already drifting off. Ronnette could smell the sweet sweat on his body. The backs of his arms snaked with muscle.
Ronnette and Florence went inside. There was a postcard for Flo on the hall table. Ronnette watched her read with impatience. She was eager to get upstairs and get her clothes off.
"From the folks," Flo said, squinting at the scrawled writing. "They're thanking your folks for keeping me while they're away, telling me not to be too much trouble...."
Ronnie giggled. "Come on, you little troublemaker...." They climbed the stairs together, Flo squeezing the boxed vibrator until her knuckles were white.
"It really is far out how I can stay here and all. And I don't have to see the Grand Canyon for the sixth time either." Flo hugged Ronnette's shoulders as they made the landing and turned down the hall toward her room. Once inside Ronnie kicked off her shoes and peeled down her pantyhose. Her hot little cunt had leaked through even to them! Next came her panties and then her cowboy shirt. She draped the expensive silk thing across the back of a chair and flopped onto her back on the bed.
"Me first!"
Flo laughed and dug the vibrator out of the box. "Possession is nine tenths-"
There was a light scratching on the door. Ronnette made a face.
"It's just Woody. Let him in or he'll start whining."
Florence opened the door and the dog came wagging his body into the room. He was a silvery shepherd puppy with almost all of his full growth but still flaky with playfulness and mischief.
"Sit down, Woody, or lay down or something...!" Ronnette snapped. The dog curled obediently into a corner, tongue lolling out. The two girls stretched out on the bed next to each other. There was a brief, laughing scuffle for the mechanical cock, Flo winning. Ronnie pushed her long, dark hair back from her eyes and leaned up on an elbow to watch.
"Ooooo ... wowwwweeee!" Florence had her blue eyes pinched tight. Her bottom lip was sucked under her teeth. She brushed the vibrating tip of the thing over her closed cuntlips. The shine came off on the plastic. Ronnette could see the dew of hot moisture clinging to the blonde curls. Flo moved the tip back and forth ... back and forth. Her small fingers were holding it firmly, shaking again as she dared to gouge her plump, flushed lips apart with the smooth buzzing tip.
"How does it feel?" Ronnette breathed. She licked her lips. She squirmed her pelvis to make her cuntlips rub together. Slick butter squeezed out and dampened her dark cunthair.
"Feel? Ohhhhhh it feelsssss ... gooooood!"
Ronnie had to stop herself from grabbing at the vibrating thing! It looked delicious, pushing into the soft, satiny redness of her best friend's hole! She could see the glossy inner lining of Flo's pussy, contrasted with the plump whiteness of her outer skin. She could see floods of juice oozing down the plastic shaft as Florence worked the tip around in small circles. She was touching it against her clitoris.
"Ohhhh I wish I could touch it there and have something inside me too!"
"Pretty big talk for a virgin!" Ronnie giggled, and tried to tickle her buddy in the side. .
"Don't ... you're messing it up!"
"Why don't you break your cherry with it?" Ronnette couldn't help tease. She had gone all the way herself. In the back seat of the Chrysler only four months ago. To celebrate her seventeeth birthday. Robert Abernathy, a pre-law student at the university. It hadn't been so bad. But nothing special either. She hadn't come. She knew there was more to fucking than that. Oh why couldn't Flo hurry with that damned vibrator! She couldn't stand to watch any more.
"Let me know when you come, okay?" Ronnie said, swinging her long legs off the bed.
She went over to a chair and plopped down, thinking about her date with Robert Abernathy. She didn't even notice that Woody had risen from the corner and come over. The first sensation was the dog's hot tongue against her toes. Hot shivers coursed up her legs. She stiffened from the shock, looked down at him. He licked and licked. The bottoms of her feet now.
"Mmmmm ... get away, Woody!"
She kicked weakly at him but the dog stayed. His tongue curved around her heel, drove between her big toe and the next. It was weird! Ronnie had to admit that the sensation was completely new to her and ... good! But a dog! Maybe a guy doing it would really turn her on ... but a dog!
"Woody ... go sit down will you ... ohhhhh!"
Woody had wet her ankle and was letting her feel the sharp edges of his front teeth. It was a soaring, falling feeling. She moved her bottom against the chair. Her cunt parted slightly and she knew that her juice was making a dark stain on the chaircover. She didn't give a good goddamn. She closed her eyes and thought of Robert Abernathy on his hands and knees begging her to let him fuck her. He was licking her feet he wanted it so bad.
Florence tossed on the bed. The vibrator filled the room with its soft, steady hum. Ronnette could see her friend's legs wiggling. That was because Flo was pumping her soft, curvy bottom up and down. The bed bounced as she moved. The blonde bent her knees slightly and held them further apart than ever. From her seat Ronnette could see her friend's cunt peeled completely open.
She could see the tiny squiggle of her inner lips and the nubbin of dark pink where the vibrator played. She could see the glossy shine of her juice-drenched lining and the reddish knot where the girl's hymen stretched intact. It looked like the kind of cherry that would bleed a lot when it broke. Flo seemed the bleeding type. Ronnette closed her eyes and imagined Florence's white thighs smeared with cherry blood. Then she imagined some nameless boy with his cock dripping strings of cum and blood.
Woody was trying to get under the back of her knee now. That special, soft place tingled with the rough heat of his tongue.
"Mmmmm ... ohhh Woody, you nasty dog!" She said it in a whisper and yet she hadn't really tried very hard to stop him. He would get tired in a second anyway. He'd figure that she wasn't going to scratch his ears or anything. "Ohmmmmm ... Jesus Chriiiii...!"
Woody had suddenly pushed his sharp, wet nose between her knees and was wetting the insides of her thighs. It was the most unexpected excitement she'd ever felt. Never in her life had she been licked by an animal at that spot! A hand maybe or in the face when she was very young. But on the insides of her thighs ... oh, it was ... was ...!
Ronnette blushed with embarrassment. Florence was lost in her own world on the bed, taking no notice of what she was doing with Woody in the chair. But she felt terribly self-conscious ... wrong. For an instant she was torn. She knew she should push the dog's head back, force him back from between her thighs and make him behave. Because his licking had taken on a new eagerness, a new hunger. It was the smell that had him! Her smell.
"Ahhhh," Florence babbled, working the vibrator back and forth through her flooding cleft. Her cunt was making a sucking, sloppy sound as it folded and curved around the buzzing, plastic thing.
"Noooo!" Ronnette fluttered her hands down to hold the dog's neck fur but he jerked loose easily. His nose pushed open the outer lips of her cunt. She jerked her bottom back on the chair but the dog licked hard and the pulsing, throbbing lips parted slightly. An aroma more powerful than before wafted up to Ronnie's nose. She panted from the sexy odor and her hands went limp on the dog's collar. The perky ears bobbed back and forth as he drove his pink tongue deeper along her slit. The velvety lining was brushed and rubbed and Ronnette could feel blood rushing down to engorge the tender, plump membranes.
But she was too weak to fight him. He was full of puppy eagerness. He was strong. His fur bristled against her arms. Even that felt good. And she felt his furred sides rubbing the insides of her knees! It was so far beyond anything in her wildest imaginings! It was so unexpected and so shockingly exciting! She felt wicked and at the same time drawn to the dog's mouth. She'd heard that men sometimes went down on their women. Ate their pussies. She had no idea how that might feel ... except that surely it would feel good. But this dog ... he was ... was ...!
"Uhnnn ... ohhh god ... ohhhhh wow ... I'm
... I'm...."
The chair had no arms so when she fell to the side, she rolled onto the rug. Woody gave a small yelp and burrowed his head hungrily at her hidden pussy. Ronnie was on her back on the rug, head swimming. She clamped her hands over her cunt. She could feel the dog's ears rubbing her inner thigh, could feel him biting at her knuckles.
"Nooo ... noooo!"
It was wrong. No matter how good it felt she couldn't let an animal just lick her pussy like that! Woody whined with the fever that he'd caught from her. His tail wagged. She tried to roll away and when she was getting onto her hands and knees she felt him quit touching her. But in that instant, rough paws raked her back. She felt the weight of the shepherd fall suddenly on her shoulders as his paws draped over them and he drove upward with his haunches. Something hot and slick and barbed slipped between her thighs. She was trying to squeeze them together. But the thing was so slick with juice that it pushed through anyway.
Wood was trying to fuck her. She almost fainted when the realization first hit home. Then she was rolling onto her back again. The licking was wrong enough, but that other ...!
"Woody ... damn it...." She wished she weren't so breathless. But when he forced his nose deep again and began to lick the circle of her hole she quivered and couldn't get her breath.
She was shaking. She clawed with her long fingers at the dog's ears but she was soooo weak! ,And his tongue seemed so strong! It forced the dainty folds down into the juicy mess of her cunt!
Her rigid little clit was pulsing like a bomb. When the dog's licking accidentally passed over its tip she couldn't breathe at all. She could only lie there twitching, jerking her ass from side to side.
Then she heard a moan from the bed. She could only see one of Florence's feet. It was small and slender and the white toes were fanned out. It jerked a little as she moved on the bed. Ronnette guessed that her friend was rubbing the vibrator against her clit with a steady rhythm. She was going to make herself come. Just like they'd made themselves come with water squirting from a hose and a dozen other ways. But never like what was happening to Ronnette at that very moment!
She could no longer hold him off. Her knees had fallen apart slightly, giving Woody full access to her cunt. Her juice was rushing out so hotly now that she could feel it dribbling down the cheeks of her ass. And she knew that her inner thighs were smeared with sex butter and dog saliva. The shepherd's mouth was so hot! The itchy goodness that rose through her belly and loins was hotter than she'd ever felt. A boy's finger felt good there, but not so soft, not so wet. She couldn't keep her slim, firm ass still. It raked the rug and sent burning jolts of pleasure through her rectum. Her ears glowed red. Her breath came in short, hot puffs. Her breasts seemed to bulge with blood. They had never felt quite so hot, so tingly.
"Ohhhmmmmm!" It was Flo, on the bed. The vibrator was buzzing and humming, changing its tone so fast that Ronnette knew her friend was sinking it as deep as she could in her slit and then jerking it across her clit again. Ronnette couldn't see this, but knew it must be so. One of Flo's feet was dangling clear off the bed now. Her toes were pointed prettily,-the painted nails picking up the light from the window. Her calf bulged out from the tension as she worked the buzzing cock along her hot slit.
Ronnette knew she was about to come. She didn't want to and yet the wanting or not wanting seemed unimportant really. She felt sucked into a whirlpool ... she had no will any longer. The dog gave little growls of carnal hunger. His tongue wet her asshole, her asscheeks, her pussy! She clawed at her own stomach as if she could maybe turn it all off.
But the itch that was climbing up and down her sides spread quickly. Her skin felt on fire. Her nostrils flared. She tossed her head on the rug, splashing brown hair everywhere.
Woody stopped licking her! She opened her eyes, looked down over her heaving belly. He was looking toward the bed, ears perked at the gasping sounds of Flo's passion.
Ronnette couldn't stop her ass from moving. She pumped it gently up and down, aware of how the juice squeezed out when she tensed the big muscles at the insides of her thighs and her buttocks. She could hear her own slick parts sliding over one another as they gently rubbed her standing clit.
Woody put a paw on her thigh and stepped over. He turned his profile to her now and she caught her first glimpse of the long, red thing that had emerged from the furry sheath under his body. The sight of the dog's cock shocked her. She swallowed, tried to get air. It was slightly curved, knobbed at the tip and yet graceful. A barb of dripping red meat! How it must feel to a bitch in heat ... how it must feel....
Woody stepped over her thigh and jumped up onto the bed. Ronnette felt an odd mixture of emotions. He had stopped. Stopped licking her. She was no longer under attack. And yet her pussy longed to be touched! She had been getting very close to coming! And she still was.
"Ohooo ... Woooo!" The silky folds sucked around her knuckles as she sunk a fingertip deep into her hole. The circle of muscles convulsed eagerly around the invasion. She pumped her ass viciously until the itch shimmered back through her tortured nerve endings.
She saw Woody's tail disappear over the edge of the mattress. She was on her back on the rug, both hands prying open the hot, swollen lips of her cunt. She gouged her inflamed clit until it regained its rigidity. She rubbed and teased and tickled it in the way she knew best. But it wasn't as teasing, wasn't as hot and wet as the way the dog had done it.
"Whaaaa! Ohhhh wow ... help ... Ronnette!"
There was a turmoil atop the bed. She saw Florence jerking her leg back from the edge. The vibrator was still going but it sounded as if it were just lying on the mattress. Another sound covered the buzz. Ronnette knew the sound.
"This dog...." Flo gasped. "Ronnette! Where are you? Help me ... get Woody off!"
Somehow Ronnette pushed herself to her feet. She held onto the bedpost, focused her eyes. The ivory bullet lay buzzing beside her friend. Florence had both hands on the shepherd's strong front legs and was trying to push him back. His growls were playful rather than angry, but he was forcing his way closer to her crotch. She tried to pull her knees up against her chest so she could kick at him. Woody burrowed eagerly and suddenly into the exposed, glossy meat.
Ronnie saw his black muzzle slip out of sight between the velvety outer lips. When it went deep against her friend's clit, Florence kicked her legs out straight and began to wiggle like she had a hot poker inside her body.
"Uhnnnn ... ohhhhh ... nooooo ... what's he doing to me ... Ronnette!"
Ronnette staggered forward, tried to grab Woody around his haunches. He yelped and snapped at her, again playfully. But the skid of his teeth on her wrist made her let go for a second and he lurched back. Ronnie heard the squishy sound of Flo's pussy being licked. Florence was crawfishing higher and higher on the bed. She was wiggling and jerking and trying to get away from the devouring mouth of the dog. Woody had gone crazy. His red cock flopped up and down under his belly. Saliva flooded from his mouth, soaking Flo's blonde cunt hair. Florence tried to speak, but only gasped.
"Mmmmm ... noooommmmm ... eeeee ... help, help!"
"Kick him," Ronnie suggested, grabbing Woody's tail now. The dog didn't like this. When Ronnette felt his teeth again, she let go. Once again he wiggled his nose into the musky, steamy softness of Florence's loins. His paws pushed her thighs apart. Ronnette could see the claws digging into her friend's white skin. The claws left angry, red marks. Flo couldn't close her thighs, couldn't shut him out! The dog yipped and drove his tongue down over her asshole, dragging it up slowly through the seepy mess of her swollen pussy.
Florence's head was against the wall now ... she had run out of room. Ronnette didn't think the dog would hurt anyone, but Flo's gasping screams were frightening her. She lunged at Woody, grabbing his extended cock with one hand and pushing him onto his side. The dog seemed suddenly weaker, less able to fight for his position between Flo's thighs. Then Ronnette knew why.
"You got him! Don't let go!" Florence rocked her hips and bit her bottom lip as she watched them struggle.
Ronnette kept a firm grasp of Woody's cock. When he tried to struggle, she just squeezed the slick, red shaft and worked it up and down a little. Immediately the dog went limp and began to flop around convulsively.
"Look at him ... he's gone mad!" Flo was trembling despite the fact that her orgasm was hanging only moments away.
"He's not mad! He's...." Ronnette worked the thick, heavy meat under the dog's belly. It was swelling in her hand. She wasn't sure she liked touching his slippery cock. But as long as she held him, she had control. He couldn't seem to get it together to get up. He could only loll his tongue out of his mouth and pant and whimper.
"He likes it!" Flo said, getting her bearings finally. "Did you see what he was doing to me, Ronnie!"
Ronnette didn't want to tell Florence that Woody had gotten worked up with her first. Her own cunt was pulsing in a peculiar way. She had pushed Woody away just before she was about to come. So now with her fingers massaging the hot dog cock, there was a tingling sympathy between her and the shepherd.
When she brought her fingers upward, the flared crown of Woody's cocktip stopped her. Each time she did this, the tip expanded and throbbed before her eyes. She saw the veins distended along the dark-red surface. The knob at the end of his cock was almost like a barb. She wasn't sure if it looked like a man's cock or not. She hadn't gotten a very good look at Robert Abernathy's cock. He'd wanted to bury it in her hot body ... it had been almost as if he were ashamed of it.
"Something weird is happening," Flo gasped.
She was sitting up now, but still wiggling. Her ankles were crossed in front of her and in that position, the lips of her pussy bloomed open. Ronnette saw her friend sneak a hand out and snag the vibrator. It was still making a muted buzzing noise. The buzzing grew softer as Flo eased it down along her glistening, dripping petals.
"Look at him ... he's jerking all over!"
Ronnette saw that her friend was right. Woody was twitching and bucking his slim but powerful haunches. She didn't even have to jack him now. She just held her fingers in a tight circle and let him drive his shaft back and forth through the slick place.
"I better quit," Ronnie said. Her voice was shaky. She knew she had never considered doing anything so ... so perverted. Touching the organ of an animal! It had just happened. She'd been helping Flo. It was the only way to get Woody off. But if she kept holding her hand like this she would bring him off.
"I don't want to...."
Florence touched her arm. "Don't stop!"
Ronnette saw a consuming fire in the pretty blonde's eyes. Her lips were curled back from her teeth and she had drooled on her chin a little. Her free hand moved steadily, small fingers on the base of the smooth vibrator as she slipped its tip up and down the oily hot split of her juice-drenched pussy. Ronnette smelled her friend's pungent aroma.
Woody pumped his ass wildly. He was on his side, fucking her hand hard. The juice which lubricated him smacked between her clenched fingers. And when she looked back at Flo, she could see her cuntlips pumping full of blood. The meat around her clit was blown up like a flower about to explode. The inner lips were bright purple and her cherry glistened ripely as if signaling it was time for it to be broken.
"Uhnnnn ... ohhhh goddamn ... just watching you fool with Woody ... ohhhmmmmm!"
Flo's fingers fumbled the vibrator and it slipped away. She grabbed after it frantically and thrust the tip back into the sucking heat of her cunt.
"Flo, I can't keep doing this! I just can't!"
"Don't stop now ... please don't Ronnie! Please don't!"
Ronnette bit her tongue. She was breathing with short, shallow pants. Her breasts throbbed to be touched. They felt very hard, and hot on her chest. When she looked down over her slender body, she could see the dark nipples jutting out from the swells. The dark areoles were hot to the touch as she let a fingertip glide around the sensitive area.
Then she dared to thumb a nipple. She pinched it between thumb and finger and worked it viciously until a flood of fresh butter flooded over her pussy.
Florence gasped and clawed at the end of the vibrator. She was rubbing it very quickly between her plump cuntlips. The suck and slip of it made Ronnette shake with passion. She hadn't guessed that their little afternoon session would turn into something so exciting. She looked heavy-eyed at the dog's cock. It was huge! It was almost as big as a man's would be. Of course she was only guessing. She tried to remember how Robert Abernathy had felt when he fucked her. She could remember the hot, heavy shape of something deep, deep inside her belly. But he came so quick. She hadn't even been close to coming.
"Look!" Flo was about to fall off the bed. Her hips bumped and ground against the titillating vibrator. Her chest heaved. She straightened her legs and pointed her toes. She was staring hungrily at Woody. Ronnette looked. Something not far from the animal's balls was throbbing. It looked like a lump of convulsing meat hidden just under the white surface of his belly. Then a spit of something white made a hot line across Flo's thigh. She gasped loudly and fell back on the bed, the vibrator wiping her out at last.
Ronnie watched her friend pump her ass up and down against the bullet. Flecks of white stuff speckled Florence's belly. Ronnie was glad the dog wasn't coming on her! It seemed a disgusting thing to have happen. She was excited despite herself though. The feel of the dog's cock as it pulsed and jetted! She could feel each thick glop of cum making its way through the dog's tubes until at last it was frothing powerfully from the tiny slit at the tip.
"Ohhhh ... feels soooooo good ... ohhhh-mmmm. Uhnnn! Uhnnn!" Florence tossed her curvy, soft bottom in circles ... each tighter than the last. The effort forced grunts of pleasure from her throat.
Ronnie saw the white jizz leaking down over her friend's legs and spotting the bed. She was still not sure how she felt. It looked so ... animalistic. And the fact that Florence was a virgin made it even weirder. Ronnette was surprised at her emotions. She'd always considered herself a sophisticate. She'd always thought nothing much could shock her ... well, almost nothing.
"Mmmmm ... I just ... c-c-can't stop c-c-coming!" Flo shuddered. "Oh I wish a prick was inside me ... I wish it was coming inside me!"
Ronnette had heard Flo say some pretty wild things before, but she'd never heard her say much about being fucked. She thought Florence was a little afraid of losing her cherry. That it would hurt. That it might get her into trouble. But these words had an effect. They made Ronnette want very badly to put the vibrator up inside her own pussy!
She took her hand away from Woody's cock. There was a little white slime on it that had leaked back. She wiped it on the sheets and grabbed at the vibrator between Florence's thighs.
"Hurry up with that thing, damn it!"
"Noooo ... don't take it...."
"Come on!"
They struggled, Ronnette finally yanking the slippery plastic thing out of Flo's grasp. She fell back on the bed and lifted her knees, feet flat on the mattress. She could hear Florence working the rest of her come out with her fingers. The bed rocked as the blonde pumped her hips up and down. Woody lay close by licking his wilting cock.
Ronnie felt the buzzing tip find her clit. She quickened suddenly, feeling the tension come rushing back, feeling the nerves of her body taking up the slack. Her thigh muscles bulged. Her breasts burned. She thumbed the nipples harder than before and felt more tissue thickening deep down in the hard little swells. She wondered how it would feel to have her titties sucked. Men did that, she'd heard. She cupped one smallish breast and pretended a man's mouth was covering her completely. Then she let the vibrating bullet slip down over her clit ... down her slit until it was nestled in the soft funnel of her body's cave. She pressed. Her cunt spasmed. It was tightening and loosening in a rhythmic way. She had no control over the rhythm.
"How does it feel?" Flo leaned close.
"Huhhhmmm."
"That vibrator ... ohhhh ... I'm commmming again!" Florence gasped and fell back on the bed, her hands busy between the swollen lips of her pussy.
"God ... oh ghhhaaaaa!" Ronnette was taken by surprise. The smooth bullet was much more exciting than she'd expected. "It feels like a cock ... ohhhh yes ... kind of like a cock, but different." She closed her eyes and imagined. "I'm pretending it's a guy. He's just touching the end of him against me now, teasing me...! Ohhhhh!"
Ronnette let the smooth point of the thing slip an inch into her cunt. Then she pulled it out again and rubbed it up over her clit. Her ass muscles went rock hard. Her back was sharply arched. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly. She pointed her toes and felt the tension building between her cuntlips.
"He's fucking me ... fucking me slow ... real slow...!" Ronnie eased the thing into her hole again. The slippery, velvet walls sucked at the smooth plastic, warmed it. She moved in and out, gaining an inch each time she thrust. The bullet was about seven inches long. Could she take it all? She wondered if it might hurt her? She didn't know how long Robert Abernathy had been.
"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck!"
"Are ya gonna come?" Florence breathed. She had finished her come and was crawling around on the bed to watch Ronnie. They did that sometimes and Ronnette didn't mind being observed as she gouged the exciting plastic cock deeper into her steamy young body. The thrills raced over her skin. She felt Flo's presence and then another presence....
"Woody! Get ... away ... g-g-get...."
"Wow, he's licking your tits real good ... he's a horny bastard, isn't he?"
Florence was giggling with delight. Ronnette was surprised at her friend's sudden show of shamelessness. Woody was licking her breasts, and Flo was laughing, digging it. Ronnette tried to make the dog stop but he drove his tongue across one of her standing nipples and the sensation was devastating.
She jerked her body into a sharp curve and then jerked it back the other way. Her tits itched like mad! The dog's tongue was so hot and cummy from licking his cock! He smeared the spit and cum around wildly. The vibrator was buried deep inside her pussy now and her tube was sucking ravenously at it. Her hips jerked sharply in the instinctive motions of fucking. Woody lapped at her breasts harder than before, letting his tongue cover more of her skin.
"Far out!" Florence breathed.
"Make ... him ... s-s-stop!" Ronnette gasped.
"He might bite me."
"Ohhhh noooo! Ohhhh god I'm getting so close and he's ... he's biting me!"
Woody had taken as much of her small, firm breast as he could and rolled it between his long fangs. But he seemed to know the difference between playing and really biting. Ronnie couldn't even talk any more. The bullet was all the way in her. The base had slipped from her grasping fingers and her pussy had closed around it again. She jerked her ass wildly as if to dislodge the lovely, killing itch. Her nipples popped wetly inside the dog's ravenous mouth. She felt the fur of him again, like she'd felt it on the floor. And Florence wasn't doing anything but watching it all happen.
"Mmmm ... ohhhh here it comes ... here it commmmes!" , "Your face is all red," Flo whispered excitedly.
Ronnette curved her long nails into the sheets and heard the material tear. She was kicking her heels violently against the mattress as the bullet turned her insides into a raging inferno. Woody had given up on the first breast and was sniffing curiously at the other one. Ronnie knew that she was past caring about right and wrong now. She actually wanted him to lick her there too. She thrust her chest up, arching again.
"Hurry, Woody ... oh damn it!"
The dog obeyed, washing her titflesh with hurried, rough licks. She bucked until the mattress bumped on the bedframe. Her legs flailed and she ripped more of the sheet up in her curled, red-painted talons.
"Ohhhh Ronnie ... you're flipping out completely."
"Hunn ... hunnnnhunnnn...!"
She came like a whiplash. Like a thousand bees tearing through her pussy! She gasped and fought for air as she clawed at her cunt with shaking fingers. She gouged her clit with one red nail until it was hard and hot, standing out from the flooding slick meat.
The vibrator seemed to roar inside her belly. Steamy butter poured out of the convulsing circle of her hole. She flopped like a fish out of water. She thought she might die. It was a million times more intense than the time Robert Abernathy had fucked her so hurriedly. The licking of her breasts seemed to add a new dimension ... it seemed to bring more nerves into play. Her ears glowed red and she rubbed them against the bed as she tossed her head in the wild throes of coming. The rub of the mattress under her ass felt wonderful! Everywhere she was touching or being touched was alive.
Ronnette felt herself slipping off the edge of the bed but she couldn't seem to hold onto anything. The rushes of pleasures charged her body with bursts of ecstasy. She flopped and jerked and slipped more.
"Ohhhhh god...!" She came as she fell. The floor hit her, or she hit the floor ... Ronnette couldn't tell which. She felt the hand of her friend grasping, trying to hold her, pull her back. But she fell anyway, Woody falling on top of her with a squeal. The sudden push and weight of his furry body only added to her come. She groaned and hugged her arms around his back and jabbed her hips in a dozen directions at once.
"You okay?" Florence peered down at her. Her smile looked like a frown since it was upside down. Woody had scrambled off and was looking-at her, head tilted a little. Her breasts were still coated with his hot spit, but the throes were dying off. She worked her ass gingerly, feeling that the vibrator was starting to hurt a little now. Shaking, she sat up and tried to claw the base out of her pussy. ."It's stuck!"
"Push down hard ... you know!" Florence knelt beside her.
Ronnette pushed onto her knees and, squatting there by the bed, held her breath and contracted the muscles of her abdomen. The bullet made a popping wet sound and slithered from her pussy to thump onto the rug. Florence reached out and snapped the switch off.
"Wow! I just can't believe it!" Flo shook her blonde head. "I just can't!"
Woody scratched and tilted his head again. Ronnette was finally getting her breath back. She got up and made it across the room to her dresser.
There she undid the little package Nat had given her outside. The dark-brown lump smelled potent. Ronnie broke off a small corner, dropped it into her brass pipe and struck a match.
"Let's get high and go driving."
Florence clapped her hands and scurried over. "Yeah ... sounds fun." She took the pipe and got a lungful. "After ... that ... I ... want ... to ... get ... really ... blasted," Flo said, letting the smoke out in little gasps of speech.
"You mean you want to get blasted before you think about what we did," Ronnette kidded.
"Maybe." Florence grinned, looked at Woody. "I still don't believe it."
They smoked silently for a while. Woody looked like he was sleeping in the corner of the room. Ronnette dressed languidly between her turn at the hash. Florence fingered the little brass pipe and seemed thoughtful.
"You think it's sinning?"
"What ... fooling around with Woody?"
"Yeah." Florence seemed troubled by consequences.
Ronnie patted her shoulder. "Well, really he was the one that started it. Maybe dogs have laws against fooling around with humans."
They laughed, passed the pipe again. Florence's shoulders trembled and her mouth looked swollen and hungry again.
"It was exciting, wasn't it! I mean the way he wanted to actually lick our...." She swallowed, closed her eyes.
"Guess we'd better keep him out of the room from now on."
Florence nodded sadly. "Yeah. I guess you're right. Somebody might get hurt."
"Dogs don't really have much restraint. They bite and raise all kinds of hell sometimes when they're fucking a bitch in heat."
"Yeah," Florence agreed, "you're right."
They dressed in silence and went outside. Ronnette leaned against the fender of her Chrysler. It was a big black New Yorker sedan, vintage 1953. A crazy cousin had dropped a 300-C engine into it and fixed the body immaculately. Ronnie was crazy about the car.
"Let's drive out the old Mill Road. You know, where that crazy hermit lives...."
"He's not a real hermit," Flo said, brushing her hair, squinting to see her reflection in a side window of the Chrysler. "I mean he sells stuff to people in town and all."
"Yeah, but he's mean I hear." Ronnette smiled, the tendrils of a wild thought beginning to intrude upon her consciousness. "You know what we should do, it being so hot and summery?"
"What should we do?"
"We oughta go swimmin' in Hank the Hermit's mill pond!"
Ronnie chewed her lip with excitement. She watched her words sink in on Flo, watched her friend's mouth open and close without saying anything. Yes, she felt crazy, really crazy today. Maybe it had something to do with Woody. She still couldn't safely tuck away her experience in some dusty corner of her mind. The touch of his fur against her body and the way his cock had felt when it had exploded white slime! And since she couldn't foget the experience, it seemed to breed more wildness. She wanted to do something with risk. As if to obliterate the uncertainty of her emotions concerning what the shepherd had done to them.
"Come on!" she urged, jabbing Flo with an elbow.
"Swimming? In the hermit's pond?"
"He doesn't even live there at the mill, you know." Ronnette pulled at her jeans where they were riding up into her crotch. She still felt a little tender in the cunt, and moist. "He lives in all those gloomy pines...."
"But not too far away," Flo added. "What if he heard us splashing around?"
"He won't. The old wheel makes more noise turning all the time than we would." Ronnie slid into the front seat of the Chrysler and gunned it to life. "Come on, Florence, whataya say?"
Flo grinned suddenly, opened the other door. "You're crazy, Ronnie. You know that? You're really crazy!"
"Here's the pipe," Ronnette said, digging it out of her shirt pocket. "We'll get wasted on the drive out." She bounced in the seat, then, grasping the shift delicately between thumb and forefinger, eased the big car into drive, stepping down on the accelerator with her toe just before the gear caught. The car slewed sideways with a roar of squealing rubber and they tore around the driveway and plummeted toward the street.
CHAPTER TWO
Marion Jenkins wondered if she should bother with Hank Johnson at all. He'd seemed so rough, so brash when she'd seen him loading supplies into his battered pickup. After all she was trying to give him a little business. Certain people had told her that he raised dogs. Large dogs. That he could train them in any way the customer wished, or not train them at all except for obedience.
Marion trembled slightly. She put down her red marking pencil and rested her forehead on her fingertips. The pile of ungraded papers seemed too much ... too much to fool with on a Friday. And summer was really already beginning. These were the final examinations for her seventh graders in history. Three days and school would be over for the year.
She got up and walked the length of the empty classroom. She was feeling upset, nervous. Out in the parking lot she could see the principal getting into his car. She pressed her lips together, waited until he pulled out. Then she grabbed her purse, shoved the ungraded tests into a desk drawer and flipped out the light.
At the first stoplight she was thinking about Hank Johnson again. He had said that he would sell her a dog. Said it while hardly turning to face her. He'd kept loading big sacks of something while she'd asked questions. He hadn't acted like he cared a goddamn whether she bought a dog from him or not. Such arrogance! Marion pushed her VW through the intersection and changed gears roughly. To hell with him. She didn't have to buy a dog from him. Other people sold dogs, didn't they?
But before she swung into the drive of her apartment building, she was thinking of the big, albino husky she'd seen in the back of Hank's truck. She'd held out her hand and the dog had licked her fingers. The touch of his wet, warm tongue had sent burning shivers through her body. She'd had to lean against the fender of the pickup for a second to get her breath. And all the while the huge, black-bearded man had gone about his business without paying her any special attention. She'd been like a pesky insect buzzing around his head. And he'd driven off before she had come to any conclusion, or even asked his prices.
Marion parked her car and went up the stairs to her room. Mrs. Southwick's collie met her halfway down the hall.
"Hello, Prince. Where's your mama?" The dog leaped and frolicked around her feet as she put the key in the lock. Before she opened the door, she glanced up and down the hall to make certain no one was watching. Then she let the dog in and locked the door behind her.
She was trembling like a leaf. She put her purse down and tossed her keys on the kitchen table. The apartment smelled a little musty so she opened a window. The collie begged for attention but she chose to ignore him for a while. She was breathing quickly, not getting much air into her lungs. She felt a little dizzy. She went to the bedroom and took off her blouse and bra and draped them over the back of a chair. The big dog whined and pushed his nose against her calf.
"Oh god. Oh god in heaven...!"
She let her skirt puddle at her feet, peeled down her pantyhose and worked her toes out of them. The clock was ticking loudly from the bedside table. Usually she never heard it. Prince whimpered and wagged his whole body. His tongue wet the fine bones of her ankles. Marion closed her eyes.
She thought of the men in her life. Her messy first affair in teachers' college, the abortion, the mental depression which lasted a year. Then her first husband. That had lasted six months. He'd taken off with her car and their bank account and gone to Las Vegas. She'd never heard of him again. Her second husband had been a little better. They'd held on a whole year, fighting and tearing at each other's minds.
At twenty-three Marion had decided she would no longer allow the masculine element into her life. She was through with men. Now she was twenty-four.
Marion traced the sharp inward curve of her waist, touched a fingertip to her shallow navel. The big collie whimpered again and rubbed his side against her knees.
"Ohhhhh...."
The big collie had bumped his long, wet nose up from behind, bumped her between her slightly spread thighs. Marion let her fingers curve under her mound. The dog licked them eagerly and then his tongue pulled hotly along her closed pussy. Her hair was immediately soaked with the animal's spit. She was panting hard now, biting her bottom lip.
Marion never just went to the bed and let it happen. For one thing she had still not reconciled what she was allowing to happen. It had happened only three times. And the first two had been confused strugglings with the collie ... not satisfying at all. But there was the last time. She'd stood in the bathroom holding onto the sink while Prince had lapped from behind. She'd run there to escape his eager, innocent playfulness. And there with her feet against the cold tiles, she'd let the animal wet her and nuzzle her with his nose until she'd come.
She looked down over her belly. She could see his black nose, could see the flash of his pink tongue as he tried to slurp the hot juice out of her slit. Why did he want to do that? Did he like the smell of her or the taste? Maybe both. She knew too that when he licked her and she got hot, his cock grew. Marion shivered with the thought that Mrs. Southwick might find out what was happening. The old woman was a little crazy and very attached to Prince.
"Mmmmm ... ohhh god, I shouldn't ... shouldn't...!" Prince had circled her, was trying to lick her from the front. Marion let her hands smooth over his ears. She smoothed the fur behind his collar. The dog's tongue accidentally rubbed across her awakened clit and she twisted away and staggered across the bedroom as if drunk.
"Noooo ... oh why can't I just pretend there isn't any such thing as sex!"
She fell stomach down across the bed. The collie leaped up onto the mattress and began wetting her asscheeks thoroughly. The sensation was excruciatingly wonderful! She had never had that happen before. She tensed the large muscles of her ass and arched her back. He wet her between the plump halves, whining all the time. She felt a paw on the back of her thigh. Prince pushed the point of his nose down between, down under her mound. The lips of her pussy came open with a slippery click.
Why was she fooling herself? That's why she'd inquired to Hank Johnson about his dogs wasn't it? Wasn't she considering buying an animal for her very own? Marion tossed her head and rolled onto her back. She was breathing fast, her nostrils flared. Her light-brown hair splashed onto the bedspread.
The collie spun and bobbed his head excitedly. When he saw her thighs part he gave a sharp yelp and began to hump his ass. Marion had never seen him do that before. Hot thrills burst up her tummy. She cupped her large breasts and thumbed the nipples until the glowing tingle spread through her shoulders and back. She was gone now, she knew. She would be ashamed later, but now she was a goner. Prince lowered his underside against one of her legs and continued to pump his cocksheath as he licked. His tongue forced the tender lips apart, exposing her hot meat.
"Nooooo! Ohhhhh god, oh Jesus...!"
Marion tried to keep still. She could perhaps pretend it was all happening against her will. But her body convulsed and she pumped her hips up, feeling her bloom grow with blood. The inner petals flowered out against the hot, rough licking.
The collie growled as more of her pussy peeled back for him. His tongue gouged into the hot depths and Marion could feel the surges of hot butter pumping from the glands that lined her slit.
"Uhhhnnnnn ... ohhhmmmmmm!"
Prince pawed at her thighs, trying to urge them wider. Trembling, Marion let her knees fall wider, pulled her heels up. Now the dog's sides rubbed the insides of her legs. His fur was so soft! It felt better than a crude, thoughtless man driving his steel-hard cock into her tenderness. Men! Only once had any of the ones she'd known come close to kissing her between the legs. Her second husband had made a pretense of eating her out which amounted to nothing more than sliding the tip of his tongue back and forth a few times along the seepy dampness of her closed cuntlips. He'd acted as if she were ugly or dirty down there.
But the collie was making a meal of her! His teeth brushed the swell of delicate tissue. His tongue pressed deeper than before. When she tilted her pelvis up hard, she sensed that he was lapping at the edges of her hole! She held that position, trembling with the strain. The collie's long tongue sucked at the delicate, sensitive edges. Then he plunged it into the heat. Her pussy spasmed hard, closing down on the velvet invasion.
Prince scratched at her thigh again, worked his nose back and forth against the mushy soft vortex. Her cunt dripped juice. The dog sucked at it hungrily. The fur around his mouth and nose was plastered down with butter.
"Ohhhh doggy!" Marion gasped. The words excited her. Hearing her voice over the grunting hunger of the dog. "Doggy ... ohhh dog, dog, dog!" She worked her hips wildly opening as much of her steamy cunt to him as she could.
It was the first time she'd really let herself go with the collie. She was still afraid and the shame would be there later, but now ... now! Marion touched her nipples again. They were rigid brown fingers that went off like rockets when her palm dragged across. She massaged the titflesh gingerly, pretending to ignore the nubbins that longed so badly to be touched. Her belly heaved. Her mouth was open to get more air. Her lashes fluttered as Prince turned his head sideways and tried to get one cuntlip between his teeth. She felt the sharp scrape there and writhed with shuddering grunts of pleasure.
"Yesssss...!"
Then the buzzer stabbed through her dreamy consciousness like a barbed spear. Marion fought down the fear, the sudden emergence of all her doubts. She squirmed her ass against the bed and tried to get the collie's attention. He was sniffing the air, peering toward the front room.
"Prince! They'll go away! Prince ... ohhhh please, Prince, please...!"
The animal lowered his nose to her pussy again. He licked it, but without quite the interest as before. Marion could feel his cock sliding back into its sheath. It was still touching her skin and as it slithered back it left a glossy smear against her skin. The buzzer sounded for the second time.
"Ohhhhh ... I can't stand it ... ohhhh nooooo!" The collie leaped down from the bed and gave a bark. Marion dragged herself up. She could heardly stand. She yanked her bathrobe from the back of the door and draped it around her somehow, tying the front closed on the way to the other room.
Mrs. Southwick was smiling up through her bifocals when Marion opened the front door.
"Marion, I hate to bother you but I'm looking for Princy, and since he gets along with you so well ... why there he is sure enough!"
The collie wagged his way out into the hall and licked Mrs. Southwick's hand. Marion leaned against the edge of the door, tried to calm her breathing.
"I was taking a nap. I guess I forgot to let him out again." She made a show of platonic affection, patted Prince's hindquarters. Her cunt was seeping. She could feel the hot line of juice making its way down the inside of one thigh.
"What a mess you are!" Mrs. Southwick scolded, rubbing the collie's neck. "I'll bet you've been into Marion's cupboard, you bad dog!"
"He's very well behaved," Marion managed. It was hard to talk. Her knees trembled. The robe was rubbing her engorged nipples.
Mr. Southwick smiled her dentures at her. "Well, I hated to disturb you really, but I worry so about Prince. He's such a friendly sort, you understand. It's not that I mind you bringing him in your apartment." The old lady scratched the dog again. "You like Marion, don't you, Princy?"
The dog whined and started back inside the apartment. Marion squeezed him out with the door.
"I think I'll get back to bed. I have this headache...."
"Yes, you do that, dear." She pulled at the dog. "You let me know if it doesn't go away, I've got some prescription pills for migraine...."
Marion latched the door and went back to the bedroom. She was mad with craving. She threw open her robe and fell backward over the bed. Her hands plowed viciously in the slippery heat of her pussy. She knew it wouldn't work. It never did. Not since her mother had caught her sudsing her clit when she was twelve and spanked her hands until they glowed red. It never worked any more. She couldn't bring pleasure to herself. She'd tried everything. But it always ended with a sharp little burn of pain. A pinched hurt that was only a perverted reflection of a come. And afterward she was nervous and sick. But she went on clawing at herself. She found the hooded flap of clitflesh and dug the tiny nubbin out. Then she pinched and rolled it between thumb and finger.
"Ohhhh ... why does it hurt? Why can't I like it? Ohhhhh whyyyyyeeeee!"
The tickle turned into hurt. It was like someone was cutting out her clit with a rusty knife. She stiffened, tried to relax her throbbing calf muscles but only tensed more. She gave her aching clit another rub and her whole body shuddered as if a spit had been run into her bowels and out her mouth. Then she felt as if she were being turned on a slow fire. The last convulsion made her jerk her knees up against her breasts and roll into the fetal position.
She lay there sobbing, hurting everywhere. She couldn't even move or the lining of her pussy would rub her clit with excruciating roughness. She'd been so close ... So close to having the collie do it. So close to the second real come in over a year.
When she could move again, Marion limped to the bathroom and got under the shower. She let it beat against her pores, keeping the water as hot as she could stand it. Little by little her muscles loosened up. She soaped herself thoroughly, then soaped again. She tried to sing a soft, country ballad she'd heard on the radio on her way to school that morning.
But through it all she was thinking of Hank Johnson and his dogs. She couldn't even call the sonofabitch. He was too damned ornery to have a phone. A typical man. She hated him! Hated him and she hardly knew him.
She toweled herself furiously and pulled on a pair of corduroy hip-huggers and a silken blouse. Then she slipped into her cowboy boots and ran a brush through her hair. She decided to braid it, tying small red ribbons at the ends when she was through. Then she put on her sunglasses and jammed a checkbook into her hip pocket.
She'd go see the hermit everyone called Hank. Hank the Hermit. What an ass he was. But she felt braver behind her sunglasses. She felt more capable somehow with her hair braided. She'd drive out to that damned mill and talk to Mr. Johnson about buying one of his dogs. And she couldn't dare let herself think of why she wanted it until she was safely alone in her apartment again.
Marion turned off the lights, locked the door behind her and hurried down the hall. When she was crossing the lot to her car someone whistled. She stopped, spun angrily. A lanky kid she'd never seen before grinned and ducked out of sight behind a hedge.
"Just another little bastard of a man," she muttered, biting her lip. "Nasty little sonofa-bitch...."
CHAPTER THREE
"Wow, this hash is wipe-out stuff!" Flo giggled.
"You're stoned all right." Ronnette slipped the Chrysler into a corner and held her foot on it until the tires began to whine.
"God sakes, Ronnie! This isn't a sports car!" Florence handed the" pipe across. Her hair was blowing back in the wind coming in the window. Ronnette took the pipe and sucked her lungs full of potent smoke. The highway seemed to slow under the car. She could drive it upside down and sideways. It was a neat feeling seeing the white lines flash past her window. They rounded the curve and saw a lanky hitchhiker with long hair and a tattered pack over one shoulder. Ronnette climbed the brakes hard.
"Hey, don't pick that hippie up." Flo hissed. "He might be a rapist or something."
"Aw shit, he's just one of those guys living out by the commune. I've seen him around town." Ronnette watched the needle fall, eased the big New Yorker onto the gravel shoulder.
The hitchhiker watched them flash by, grinned and trotted after the car.
"Thanks," he said, sliding into the back seat. Ronnette handed him the little brass pipe. "Far out! Thanks a whole lot!"
Florence smiled at Ronnette, lifted her eyebrows slightly. Ronnie knew her buddy well enough to read the message. Flo was telegraphing that she thought the guy was knockout good-looking.
"Where you going?" he said, handing the pipe back. "Oh ... my name's Bobby Lee. You all live in town?"
Ronnette introduced herself and Flo, told the boy they were heading for the old mill.
"You ain't going to visit old Hank, are you?" He let out smoke.
"Not exactly. We thought we'd take a dip in his pond."
"Man, better not let him catch you there. He don't get along with too many people around here." He took another turn at the pipe and passed it up front. "Fact is one of our girls ran off after being over at Hank Johnson's pond. She never would tell anybody what happened. Just walked around in a daze for about a week." He shook his head. "She'd wake up in the middle of the night moaning and groaning. Finally called her folks and went back home. No one ever did find out what happened."
The trees were thicker along the roadside now. Ronnette didn't want any more hash. She was riding high like a big white cloud. The Chrysler took the mountain road easily. It was like gliding along in a time machine. When the direct road to the commune appeared ahead, Bobby Lee got hold of the straps of his pack.
"You can drop me anywhere here and thanks a lot for the ride."
They waved and pulled away. It was only a couple of miles further to the narrow, rutted lane which led by the old mill. Ronnette felt a nervousness, a quickening of her pulse and awareness. She noticed that Flo was biting her bottom lip.
"You know, I've been thinking about what happened to us just a little bit ago," Florence said finally.
"What you mean?"
"With Woody. It's bothering me, no kidding. You don't think other people could know somehow that he ... that he licked us, do you?"
"How could they?"
"Woody might act funny. You know how horny dogs act all the time."
"Don't worry about it."
But Ronnette had wondered too. What bothered her more was the fact that she couldn't let herself admit how good it had felt having Woody lick her pussy. It had felt good! Damn it anyway. She'd always been wild, always thought of herself as not giving a damn what other people thought. But the dog business was too much. She thought how awful it would be if any of the boys in her next year class found out somehow ... found out that one afternoon in the summer Florence Fowler and Ronnette Whittacker had locked themselves in a bedroom with a German shepherd and let him lick their pussies!
Ronnie shook the thought away. The road came up suddenly and she braked and swung the New Yorker off the asphalt, kicking up gravel as it plowed up the rutted lane.
"Slow down, willya!" Florence was sitting on the edge of the seat. "We don't want to let him know we're coming."
The road wound for seven miles, getting worse all the time. Finally it led them to a narrow place where a huge tree had been felled across the way. Ronnette stopped and got out.
"It's only a quarter mile or so to the mill," she said, pointing down through the trees. Florence hugged her arms and peered around at the thick forest on all sides.
"Hope you know the way. Looks spooky."
They went downhill through the brush. There was a path of sorts and Ronnie followed it, keeping her ear cocked for the sound of running water. Florence heard it at the same time she did. They they saw the wheel turning through the thick branches ahead. They danced down to it giggling and pulling off their things.
"You're not going to go in with your panties on, are you?" Ronnette teased.
"I feel so naked!"
"Nobody here but the birds and the bees."
"And that Hank Johnson."
"I told you he lives up the creek from here." Ronnie hung her jeans, shirt and underwear on a branch. "You think he watches this place all the time?"
The pond was almost as big as the municipal pool in town. Ronnie waded in knee deep, trying to get used to the water. Big trees overhung the shore. The steady rhythm of the big wheel splashing the water down from the race, the sigh of the wind through the leaves ... it was beautiful. And Ronnie felt sexy too. Standing out in broad daylight without a stitch. Florence swam over to a big rock and pulled herself up. Her pink panties were plastered to her full, round ass and up her crack. Ronnie floated in the still water, looking up at the blue sky.
They heard the noise together. Ronnie dog-paddled upright in the water. Florence gave a little cry and hugged her arms again.
"What was that?"
"Kind of like a 'pop' ... maybe a gun?" It came again and a man yelled. A yell more like a growl.
Florence got in the water and started toward shore. "Let's get out of here."
"I don't think anybody knows we're here, Flo ... I ... "
The big dog broke through the bushes surrounding the pond and stood there with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. He was big. The biggest dog Ronnette had ever seen. He had a tawny coat, but his head was shaped more like a shepherd than a Great Dane. She couldn't identify the breed at all. And she wasn't sticking around to ask anyone either.
"Don't run!" she hissed to Flo. But her blonde friend was making little tortured sounds of fright, splashing wildly through the pond water. The big dog watched her for a moment and then plunged in with a mighty leap.
Ronnette was dog-paddling toward a rock in the middle of the water. She held to it, bobbing in the waves the dog made as he swam past. He didn't seem to even notice her. He was making for Florence. It was her floundering panic that excited him! Ronnette saw the fearful scene unrolling before her eyes.
Flo was crawling out of the water on her hands and knees when the dog reached her. At first Ronnie thought the animal was biting her friend, but then she saw its teeth close down on the sheer pink nylon of the blonde's panties. The huge dog snapped his head from side to side and the material shredded. Florence screamed and tried to crawl faster, her plump bottom shiny from the water. Under the dog's belly, something long and red was sliding out.
"Ohhhh no!" Ronnette gasped, almost turning away. But she couldn't turn away. She had to watch. The tawny dog pounced gracefully, his big front paws landing on Flo's shoulders and driving her down on her elbows, ass poked high. The animal's haunches came forward with a little snap.
There was a shrill scream and Flo's head flopped wildly. Ronnette could hardly believe what she saw. But it was happening. She saw the quick, short stab as the dog lunged. She saw that glossy, red knob slide out of sight between the plump, curl-fringed lips of her best friend's pussy! Then the dog lunged again, burying his cock deep inside Florence's body.
"He....broke ... her ... cherry!" Ronnie recited to herself, mouthing the words more than saying them. She watched paralyzed as the pretty blonde flopped and babbled. A thin line of blood streamed down the inside of one full thigh. The dog barked, ramming his prick in and out with unbelievably fast movements.
"Got to help...." Ronnette plunged off the rock and started swimming as fast as she could toward shore. She saw that Florence had twisted around, dislodged the thick, hot thing that had so suddenly invaded her body. The dog circled her, rising on his hind legs sometimes. Florence tried to get up. The dog hit her with his paws again, sending her sprawling.
"Noooo!" she cried, clawing herself up again. The dog hovered over her, pumping his powerful haunches, his cock flopping against her ass. "Ohhhh help me somebody!"
Ronnette ran out of the water, stopped. The dog had paused over his prize, one paw in the middle of Florence's soft belly. He licked his chops. He was obviously considering having a go at this new female who'd appeared from the water. Ronnette took a stop backward, her long fingers interlaced over her cunt. She felt terribly vulnerable. And the dog sensed her helplessness. He started toward her walking, began to trot, and then, when she turned and fled into the knee-deep water, pounced against her back.
Ronnette came up with mouth and nose full of water. The dog's jaws closed on her neck. She felt him riding her, felt his soaked hair against her back. He jabbed his cock up between her thighs. She felt the slick knob slide along her closed slit. The dog was searching for a hot place to hide his cock, looking for her pussy. He jabbed again, and again. Ronnette felt his fangs sinking into the softness of her neck. He wasn't bringing blood, but he was biting hard! Hard enough to hold her helpless while he worked his dripping cock up under her belly.
Fearfully, Ronnie looked down between her braced arms. The thing dipped up out of the water and slipped across her navel! It was flared like a barb on the end and she could clearly see the tiny slit at the tip. It was red and huge ... too long for a normal woman to take, she thought. Her body spasmed with fear. She twisted suddenly, catching the dog off guard. His jaws clicked shut just behind her head. She staggered to her feet and ran, rubbing the places on her neck where his teeth had punched the flesh in.
She wondered as she ran if they were being punished in some weird way for having fooled with Woody that very afternoon. No, that was silly. It was just a ghastly coincidence. The words of the hippie boy they'd given a ride to came back to her. Did this dog belong to Hank Johnson? She sensed that she was no longer being pursued. She rested against a tree and turned just in time to see the bounding animal bring down her friend again.
"Ohhhh!" Florence squealed, going down on all fours in a clump of low bushes. The dog mounted her from behind. Poor Flo's knees were spread to catch herself when she fell. Just before the big animal's body hid her from sight, Ronnette saw her raped pussy. She saw the smeared blood and the stained blonde kinks around her wound.
The dog had her in two lunges. Ronnette watched with a perverse fascination. She knew the dog was inside by the way he jabbed so quickly. He fucked rapidly like he couldn't wait to come. Florence gasped and bawled and tried to claw herself free of the tangling stiff branches of the bush.
Ronnette ran to her. The dog bared his fangs when she was a few steps off and Ronnie stopped short. She didn't want the beast to bite Florence. That would be worse than what was happening to her now.
"Ahhhh ... uhnnnnn ... ohhhh stop him ... stop him!" Florence babbled, eyes rolled back in her head. Ronnie saw that her lips were curled back from her teeth and she was drooling down her chin. Her small hands clawed at the ground.
Ronnie was close enough to see the thick, red shaft actually forcing her friend's pussy lips apart as it slid deep and came back for another fuck. The inner lips were red with oozing blood. And the blonde's cunt muscles were contracting, tightening around the hot meat spear as it pulled out to the flared ridge of the dog's glans. Ronnette put a finger in her mouth and began to suck it. She didn't know why she was acting so strangely, why her own cunt was suddenly pouring out a flood of hot butter. She grabbed a tree and held on tight, moving her finger in and out of her mouth.
"Ronnie!" Flo cried, looking at her with a numb expression. "Help me!"
"I can't ... he might kill you if I try!"
The dog seemed to be having some kind of fit. He was jerking around, stopping his movements altogether sometimes, then fucking hard again. Once, when he pulled back, the crown of his cock came out of Florence's bleeding pussy. As her circle of muscles pulled over the ridge there was a sexy sucking sound and Ronnie saw the girl's hole pinch tightly closed again. But the dog jabbed hard.
"Eeeeee ... uhhhhnnnn!" Flo yelped. Ronnette saw the slippery, raw dog cock go deep. The force of the dog's fuck made Flo's white asscheeks quiver and her slim back arched down sharply as she took the shock of the attack all the way up to her shoulders. She hung her head between her arms and sobbed.
"Ohhhh Florence ... I wish I could stop him ... I...." Ronnette jammed her finger in her mouth again. White curds flooded down her friend's thighs. She looked at her tightly drawn pussylips and saw the strings oozing out. The dog had gone wild atop Flo's back. He flopped, almost slipped off her. Then he nipped at her shoulder and arm, licking her back and shoulders.
Ronnie forced herself into action. She ran at the animal, hit him broadside with a good kick. He went rolling, his red cock pulsing like a bomb under his belly. As he flopped in the dirt, Ronnette saw yard-long spurts of white cutting the air. The heavy semen plopped into the dust. The dog writhed in the convulsions of coming.
"Ronnette ... ohhhhh...!"
"Come on ... hurry up!" Ronnie got an arm around her friend's waist and pulled her through the trees.
"Our clothes...!"
"Forget them for now!" she snapped. "Come on ... run!"
They made it to the car and leaned against the fender. The cool metal seemed to bring Ronnie out of her fog. When Florence realized the dog was not chasing them any more, she fell to the ground in a squat, holding the lips of her pussy open and bawling like a baby.
"He ruined me! Oh Ronnie, look ... look!" She lifted a piece of shredded panty crotch.
It was true enough. Ronnette could see that Florence's pussy would never be the same. It was smeared with blood and drying dog cum. The blonde curls that had looked so pretty were pasted together with the crusty remains of Flo's ruined cherry.
"We'll go to the police!" Ronnette muttered. "We'll have that Hank Johnson thrown in jail...."
"Nooo! No, we can't do that!"
Ronnie looked amazed at her friend. Florence got up and leaned weakly against the car.
"I couldn't stand for anybody to find out. I just couldn't, Ronnie!" She closed her eyes against the pain. "And anyway, how do we know the dog belongs to that ... that hermit?"
"I guess we don't, but it's a pretty good guess."
Ronnie went a few steps toward the trees and looked down the path in the direction from which they'd come. There was no sound, so sign of the big dog.
"You wait here. I'm going to see if I can find our clothes."
"Oh Ronnie, don't! He'll eat you up or something!"
"Get in the car. I'll scream or something...."
"Get in the damned car!" Ronnie saw the look of awed respect on Flo's face. She padded carefully down the path, going slow to keep away from sharp rocks and stickers. Her feet were bloody from running up the hill and she had to stop twice and rest them. When she got to the pond, she saw their clothes. The dog was nowhere in sight. She dipped her own panties in the water and wrung them out. Flo could clean up with them. She took a last look around and worked her way back up the path to the car.
Florence took the wet panties gratefully and dabbed gingerly at her ravished cunt.
"Ohh, it stings!"
"It's not bleeding any more. I think you'll be okay."
Ronnette squirmed into her jeans. They felt weird against her bare bottom and mound. Weird and very sexy. She remembered the odd excitement she'd felt while watching Florence being raped by the big dog. She would never be able to tell her friend that the scene had actually turned her on. She was ashamed enough to admit it to herself.
"Sure you don't want to tell somebody? I mean, this whole thing was pretty serious."
Florence looked up with huge eyes. "Oh god no! Don't ever tell a soul! Promise, Ronnie ... promise!"
"I promise."
She helped Flo get dressed. The girl winced when her tight jeans came up against her crotch. Ronnette helped her get her blouse on and walked her to the car. She was about to slide into the driver's seat when the sound of a car drifted through the trees.
"Somebody in a VW," she told Flo. "A chick."
"I better hide the hash pipe," Florence gasped, shoving the thing into the glove compartment. The small car came up behind them, then pulled alongside and stopped. A brown-haired woman got out. She was wearing braids and sunglasses and cowboy boots. Ronnette thought she looked vaguely familiar.
"Is this the road to the Johnson place?" the woman asked.
"I guess you have to walk from here," Ronnie said, pointing up the almost nonexistent road.
The woman touched the big tree that was blocking the way. "Looks that way, doesn't it?"
Florence sat in the car looking straight ahead. Ronnette knew she was scared stiff someone would find out about what had happened to her and tell the whole world.
"Do you know Hank Johnson," Ronnie asked.
The woman shook her head. "No. I'm inquiring about dogs. I want to buy one."
Flo and Ronnette exchanged a brief, wondering look. The woman studied them.
"Do you two girls live around here?"
"Oh no. We live in town. We just came out to have a swim." Ronnette slid into the Chrysler and started it up. The woman in braids was looking grimly up the road where she had to walk.
"Goodbye," she waved and started past the fallen tree. Ronnie turned the car around and headed it back down the narrow road. The big car wallowed over the bumps and rocks.
"Now I know where I've seen her," she said. "I didn't recognize her with the glasses and braids and all. She teaches junior high in town. You remember her, don't you, Flo? She was new last year."
"Yeah ... now I do." Flo chewed her bottom lip and traced a finger back and forth along her denim-covered pussy. "What you think she wants with one of Hank Johnson's dogs?"
Again they exchanged a loaded look.
"Remember," Ronnie said, "we don't know for sure it was the hermit's dog that got us."
"But like you said, it's a pretty good guess."
CHAPTER FOUR
Marion found herself trembling. She clenched her hands together to quiet her bad state of nerves. The big man with the black beard had a way of looking at her that was absolutely frightening. His eyes never blinked. Everybody blinked. Why in hell didn't he blink?
"You are Mr. Johnson?"
"Some people call me that. Some call me worse."
She was going to smile at his joke, but when he didn't show any amusement, she didn't know how to take the words. She coughed, shuffled her cowboy boots back and forth.
"I'd like to buy a dog." She almost took her sunglasses off, decided to leave them on. "Remember, I spoke to you in town very briefly."
Hank Johnson shook his head. "Don't remember."
"Well, it doesn't matter. You do sell dogs, don't you?"
"Sometimes. When I decide I want to sell one, I sell one."
Marion smiled. "I admire your independence." She hated him. She despised him. He was everything she hated about men. Why didn't he blink, goddamn him!
"Why don't you want me to see your eyes," Hank Johnson said. "You are hiding something perhaps."
Marion snatched her sunglasses off and folded them to put in her shirt pocket.
"I didn't mean to offend," she said, an edge in her voice. She was getting a little fed up with this arrogant Mr. Johnson. It was no wonder he was a hermit. Who could possibly stand him? "If you do decide you want to sell me a dog, I'd certainly like to see some."
Without a word Hank Johnson turned and walked back into his house. At first Marion didn't know what to do. But he'd left the door open. She followed, hurrying to catch up.
The house was a strange, dark, cave-like place.
Ropes and long strips of leather hung from the walls. There was a stone fireplace in a room off to one side. The whole place had an odd smell to it. Marion thought it smelled like animal hides.
They came out into the daylight again, into a big area dotted with trees. There was a fenced enclosure and when the dogs saw their master coming, they set up a chorus of howls. Marion felt the blood rush to her face. She was shaking worse than ever. The big man opened the cage door and let three dogs out. They circled his feet, sniffing and whimpering. One stood with his feet planted and watched Marion. His eyes had the same hard set to them that Hank's had.
"I got things to do," Hank said, not looking at her. "You stay here and decide." He gave a guttural bark and the dogs all sat down. They were still sitting when the man's broad shoulders swayed through the back door of the house and he disappeared in the gloom.
"Hello," Marion breathed to one of the dogs, a big tawny animal with a shepherd look to him. But he wasn't a shepherd, he was too powerfully built in the hindquarters.
The dog came over and began to lick her fingers. He licked them furiously as if he were getting nourishment. She closed her eyes and shivered as he tickled between each finger, sucked ravenously at her thumb. She jerked her hand away finally and tried to get hold of her racing emotions. The animal circled her, sniffing. He put his head down toward her crotch, picked up the strong musk that wasn't so easy for humans to discern. But the dog had the aroma firmly in his nostrils. He wanted more. t t t
"Nooo ... doggy!"
She tried to keep his hot breath away from the crotch of-her jeans, but he was insistent. She rose and tried to walk around. The dog followed, nosing her thighs from behind, bumping her with his shoulders. She was relieved when Hank came out of the house and swaggered over.
"How do you control him?" she asked, pretending not to notice the dog's amorous attention to her denim-covered pussy.
"You have to know his name." He looked at the dog. "Chunza!" The animal sat.
"I want that one," Marion said. She was breathless with excitement.
"Two hundred dollars."
"What!" She could hardly believe her ears. Two hundred dollars for a dog without a pedigree! "He's just a cross of some kind ... why two hundred-"
"Chunza is a special dog." Hank Johnson's eyes glowed strangely. "All my dogs are special."
Marion looked at the animal. He was magnificent. And under his belly was the sheathed cylinder of hot meat. She couldn't see it, but it was there, huge and throbbing with blood. She had never really thought of anything but having an anirilal lick her. Could she ever bring herself to actually let it fuck her? The thought was stunningly erotic. She could hardly get her checkbook out.
"I can only give you a hundred today. I hope you'll let me take Chunza with me. I can pay you the rest in a couple of weeks."
* * *
Marion parked her VW in the space assigned to her and wrapped the leather leash twice around her hand before letting Chunza out. He strained against her all the way up the stairs. The choke collar seemed only a slight aggravation to the powerful dog. Once inside her apartment, Marion went to the kitchen and poured herself a stiff drink. Chunza padded around the place like he owned it, sniffing here and there. When she took her whiskey and went to the bedroom, the dog had his nose in a pile of dirty clothes. He came up with a pair of her soiled panties firmly clenched in his teeth.
"Chunza! No!" The dog dropped them, whined. Then he came over and put his muzzle against the crotch of her jeans like he had out at Hank Johnson's place. Marion finished her drink quickly and squirmed out of the denims. She was burning up and the dog had started to pace back and forth like a caged lion.
"Ohhhh doggy ... I'm so horny I'm about to explode...!" She yanked off her panties. Chunza snapped them out of her fingers before she could toss them with the other dirty clothes. He snatched his head around, gnawing the aromatic silk that had been pressed so close against her warm flesh.
"Chunza ... drop them ... drop them right now!"
Chunza dropped them, but then put his paw on them and sunk his teeth in the satin again. In less than three seconds the dainty things were shredded. Marion felt fear. He was controllable, yes. But only so far. He was on the edge of wildness all the time. What would happen if ... she couldn't keep him under her power?
She went to the kitchen and got the bottle of whiskey. She drank from the bottle, feeling the glow spread in her guts. Chunza came padding out of the bedroom and whined next to her legs. He started licking the backs of her thighs and the soft places behind each knee.
Marion felt very drunk. It had hit her quickly, blasting her fright away. She felt as reckless as the dog, wild for his hot tongue against her swollen pubes. She barely made it to the bed. Chunza had her wrist firmly in his jaws by the time she made the bedroom door. She rolled onto the bed and quickly squirmed onto her back, legs apart. Chunza leaped up and pawed her thighs wider. The effect made Marion's nipples jut from the soft flesh of her tits. She was glowing and tingling all over the surface of her skin.
"Chunza!"
Chunza buried his muzzle in between her cuntlips. The quick push of his tongue there brought a shuddering cry from her throat. She pumped her ass up and down drunkenly, aware of the friction even through the glaze of the whiskey.
"You like to eat my pussy, don't you?" she slurred, thankful for the nerve the booze had given her. She knew she was treading on dangerous ground. But Chunza's wild tongue was blasting her thoughts away from mundane worries. She arched her back and wiggled her hips from side to side. Her inner lining was exposed to him now and he drove the curved tip of his tongue down over the hooded clit. The little finger bulged with blood and pressed back out against the rough force of the dog.
"Mother of God," Marion sighed, parting her thighs more, parting them until the big tendons close to her crotch bulged out.
Chunza bit down on one of them, then opened wider to take a chunk of white thigh meat into his mouth. Marion writhed, gasping for air. The dog growled and nipped at her outer cuntlips. Then he was sucking and lapping like a dog who'd been starved.
She felt her soft pussy flesh flattened down and then sucked up between his fangs. She pumped frantically, trying to get her clit in the way again. How badly she wanted to be filled! If only there was a way to experience that too. The filled feeling while being licked!
But she wasn't that drunk yet. Maybe she never would be that drunk. An image flashed through Marion's head. The figures in her mind fucked in a forest. It was herself, smeared with mud and slime. She was little more than an animal, her breasts barely covered by a skimpy piece of animal skin. She smelled like Hank Johnson's house had smelled. And Chunza was mounting her viciously from behind! His steel-hard cock rammed deep into her body. She opened her eyes and let herself return to the bedroom.
"God, I'm drunk!" Marion gasped, pulling at Chunza's ears.
She pushed herself up on an elbow and watched his mouth slurp noisily against her swollen pussy. Dogs probably didn't fuck people anyway. That was all a bunch of malarkey, wasn't it? Those nightclubs in Juarez where you could see a woman fuck a dog? Dogs just liked to lick.
"Chunza! You're hurting!" She pushed him back roughly and closed her thighs. The big dog growled and his neck fur bristled. "No, Chunza, bad dog!"
Chunza sat on his haunches and began to lick his cock. It had slipped out of the furry sheath a few inches, enough to expose the bulging tip. It was the first time Marion had ever really seen a big dog close up. She leaned forward to look. Then she got onto her hands and knees. She rubbed her face against the dog's shoulder. She was drunk as hell. What the hell did she have in mind? Chunza began to lick her again. He seemed cautious, as if the sharpness of her words was still with him. His CQck was so big ... so red-looking.
Marion reached her hand out. She didn't want to stop and think about what she was doing. She rode the glowing wave of the whiskey instead, embracing the lawless feeling that seemed to pump through her veins. Her fingers brushed the furry lump that was part of the dog's belly. She could see the huge, black balls, almost hairless. She ran a fingertip back and forth along the ridge. The red tip of the animal's prick swelled and he whined and tried to lick her knuckles. She was afraid to touch the raw, red meat itself ... the actual cock. Her fingers jacked the skin instead, the furry protection, and Chunza's ball sac.
The dog barked. He flopped his head around and began to lick Marion's shoulder affectionately. She giggled at her power over him. She worked her fingers faster, watching the glossy shaft slipping out inch by steamy inch. The tip was knobbed like a blunt arrow. She couldn't help but imagine having that sensitive thing up inside her body.
Marion snatched her hand away.
"What am I doing? What am I doing!" Her mind swarmed with fear and loathing. She felt shame bubbling up through the whiskey. She wiped her palm on the bed as if to get rid of the dog's warmth, the furry tickle of his sheath.
Had she actually bought this dog? Had that been her talking to Hank Johnson, writing a check for a hundred dollars? Marion crawled off the bed and started for the bathroom. She thought she was going to throw up. Chunza bounded in front of her and leaped up. She staggered back until her legs hit the bed, then she sprawled, thighs apart. The sudden touch of his furry underbelly ripped through her. Her nausea, her shame, were replaced by that hot, slippery shaft smearing juice up the inside of one thigh.
"Ohhh god ... ohhhhh!" She found her hands against the dog's sides. He licked her neck hungrily. The tickling goodness left her breathless. Something was forcing her cunt open. Something like a hot, slick knob. It was big! It was slipping into her hole as the big dog pumped his haunches and wrestled his strong chest down against her.
Marion was on her back on the bed, knees bent over the edge so that her feet were flat on the floor. The dog was firmly wedged between her knees, his ass working with vicious little jabs. Her outer lips were soaking his already slick cocktip. It was an inch into the heat of her pussy!
Marion thought she might be dreaming. Her reality was broken on all sides. The whiskey, the strange new dog ... the journey she'd launched herself on by going out to Hank Johnson's place! She felt she was falling, falling. Falling into the depths of hell! Old memories flashed through her mind. She remembered going to Sunday school as a small child dressed in white lace. How pure, how simple. And now there was a panting, slobbering dog between her thighs.
"Uhhhhnnnn!" she groaned, feeling the knob force her dainty lining apart. Her tube rippled with an odd convulsion. She had been empty for so long that her cunt was hungry for the slippery, hot thing that was teasing at its outer fringes.
"Nooo ... I can't let it happen!" She forced the dog back, pushing at his throat with both hands. Sudden sharp teeth cut into her forearm. The dog growled, holding her like that as he jabbed deeply.
"Ahhhhooooo!" Marion stiffened, arched her back sharply. The knob had passed the beginning of her hole. She felt her hot fluids dripping out of her slit onto the bed. She felt the pulsing fullness inside her.
Somehow she got her free hand down under the dog's belly. When her fingers traced out the thick, hot shaft, her breath caught in her throat. She touched the place where her pussy was stretched wide. She could feel the delicate inner lips pulled around the thick thing that grew from the dog's body. She was trembling as she actually felt it sliding slowly deeper, slipping past the taut entrance to the heat of her belly.
"Uhhnnn ... nooooo!" She wiggled backward, trying to pull herself away from the fucking movements of the big dog. It was a freak accident. Dogs weren't really built right to fuck humans, were they? She had fallen across the bed at just the right time. The bed happened to match the length of Chunza's back legs ... It was a crazy, crazy accident. It wasn't her fault.
"Nooo ... Chunza ... Chunza!" Her words didn't seem to work any longer. Maybe because she hardly had the breath to speak. The way his cock felt as it gouged past the delicate folds that blossomed so slickly around her pussy's mouth.
Her arms were trembling with the effort of holding the dog's front paws away from her shoulders. He was pressing her down like that, but she couldn't support his weight. And every time he got the chance, his powerful haunches lunged forward, driving his raw, slick spear deeper into Marion's belly!
"Noo ... not this way ... ohhh help me, somebody, help me!"
Chunza broke his paws free of her grasp, turned his head to the side so he could close his huge mouth down around her throat. The sensation of his teeth holding but not cutting her was instantly overwhelming. Her body shivered with erotic bursts of pleasure. She couldn't believe the suddenness of her mood. From anguished helpless struggle to complete surrender in a second!
"Ahhh ... Uhhnnnn...!"
Marion let her hands flop down on the bed and stopped trying to tilt her pussy away from Chunza. He had her in a death grip. She couldn't move her head at all. He clamped her soft and vulnerable neck between knife-like fangs. And as he held her he continued his rape with powerful jolts of his body. Marion gasped breathlessly. One move and the dog could tear her throat out. Yet despite her danger, she was no longer afraid. She surrendered her body to the dog.
Chunza rolled his jaws back and forth, letting her feel the dripping sharpness of his teeth against her delicate veins, against her white, spit-smeared flesh. Her breasts heaved as she choked down air. The dog's fur rubbed her nipples erect. She gave him her cunt, opening her thighs wide now, feeling the long, thick shaft stretching her insides up into her belly. The knobbed tip was close to her womb and still the dog pierced her. He rammed with new energy, with hunger that glinted in his yellow eyes. His slobber trickled down her neck and puddled in the hollows where her blue veins pulsed life. She sobbed with lust.
"Fuck ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!"
The dog held her neck in his mouth and fucked her. He was deep, really deep. Deeper than any man had ever been! Her hole was being forced larger. The dog's shaft had grown inside her ... the knob was pulling at her throbbing folds. When he drew back, she felt as if her insides might be yanked out, stuck on that steaming barb like some delicate morsel.
Marion curved her hands down under the dog's ass and pulled him into her. Her pussy rolled with hot convulsions. She could feel the rippling sucking pressure as her body began to milk the long prick. Still, Chunza held her neck in his jaws. It hurt to feel his teeth there, but she liked the hurt. More itchy goodness poured through her breasts and pussy. Her cunt bulged with trapped blood! The bed was soppy with her juices and when she moved her ass, the cheeks were smeared with moisture.
"It's been so long ... soooo long!"
She rammed her body against Chunza's. She rolled her hips and felt the stiff shaft digging at the sides of her pussy tube. The dog lurched and made a guttural sound deep in his throat. She squirmed her hips in wild circles, slipping a hand under the animal's belly, finding his balls. She rolled the hot eggs around in her palm. The dog lurched again and his jaws loosened on her throat, then tightened again. The eggs were so big and so spongy full! So full! Something close to her teasing fingers jumped. Something inside the dog's body.
His paws hooked over the tops of her shoulders and as he held her that way, he stabbed with rabbity, hard fucks at her pussy. The sudden rub of the pushed-back sheath against her clit brought Marion's slender back up from the bed. She bared her teeth and held the dog's back with one hand while rolling his balls with the other.
Inside her she felt floods of cream. The cream leaked out around the edges of her hole and dripped over her knuckles. She smeared the hot cum over Chunza's balls. He wallowed out of control now, only keeping his cock deep so that the jets of semen might find a home and grow. The instinctive urge to impregnate! Marion felt the savage need fully and held the strong dog's body as it whipped and convulsed. She felt the surges of thick jizz flooding up through the bulging cockshaft, felt the slide of the tip through her caressing cuntlips.
"Yessss! Ohhhyesssss!"
And she fucked back now. She fucked harder than ever. Working her ass up and down and sideways, feeling that fantastic hot knob as it fountained white cum against her womb's entrance. She was coming now. The fire in her pussy spread up across her flat, heaving belly. Her tits burned and she worked them back and forth against the dog's chest. Chunza loosened his grasp of her neck and lay there, tongue lolling out.
"Ghaaaa ... ohhhh ... god ... f-f-fuck...!"
The bed crashed up and down as she flailed around with mad hunger. Her velvety tube was wringing the red meat of the dog, milking every last droplet of seed from his balls. And as she felt him weakening, Marion pushed him over sideways on the bed and fucked him that way. Her ass shivered with tension. She couldn't seem to move it fast enough. The hot suck of her cunt made a lovely noise! She raised and lowered her pussy over the still-hard dog cock ... raping herself now. Skewering herself on the cum-slick shaft. The barb gouged more pleasure from the end of her tube. Her clit was a tiny prick, rubbing against the bunched sheath.
"Now ... now ... yessss!"
She came slobbering on herself, biting the dog's neck. The furry taste in her mouth was insane. She couldn't stop to think about it. She ground her teeth into his flesh and made him whimper. She was his bitch all right! And she could be a bitch. Marion hugged the hot, furry form against her as she worked the pleasure from her exploding clit. She ground out the itch until it became a mad hive of bees at the very tip of the fleshy, swollen finger that protruded from behind its protective hood.
Her pussy was a sloppy mess of cunt juice and dog cum. The sharp odor of it in the room only heightened her sense of pleasure. And when it was over, she lay there beside the animal, both of them half off the bed. She hugged and hummed against the warm fur. She felt a little crazy. Maybe she was. Maybe she had finally stepped too far over that line.
* * *
Marion had dressed and gone to the kitchen. She held a T-bone steak she'd gotten for supper that night. Chunza sat obediently on the linoleum and looked from her to the meat and back again.
"This is for you, big boy!"
The dog understood. He took a step forward, clenched the expensive meat in his jaws and began to devour it. Marion watched him with barely suppressed excitement. Those same teeth had clenched her neck, held her down on the bed while Chunza had fucked her deep and thoroughly. He had fucked her and filled her with cum. Some of it was still leaking from her ravished, sore pussy. Her panties felt sticky against her pubes, the light-brown hair matted in wet curliques.
"Good dog," she breathed.
He was beautiful. It excited her just to watch his ordinary movements. The ripple of muscle in his legs. The heavy hang of the shaft under his belly. Marion was not so drunk as before. And she felt some uneasiness as the boozy glow was replaced with a headachy reality.
But there was no reason to be moody. She had come ... she had come!
It had been almost too intense to enjoy. But she had needed it. And now she would have more. She would have slow ones ... ones to take time over. Ones to make her crazy and loose and babbling like a nymphomaniac.
"You're something," she said, rubbing Chunza's neck, digging her fingers in. "You're really something."
Already she longed to touch his cock again. It was hidden from her now ... waiting in its protective case. Marion sat at the kitchen table and watched Chunza eat. The T-bone was almost gone now. She could hear the clack of the bone against the dog's teeth. When he was finished, he began to lick her juice from the fur around his cock. Marion rubbed her thighs together as she watched. Then she went to the bedroom and stripped her clothes off again.
She shook a palmful of body oil and smeared it down under her mound, massaging the slick lubrication into the raw meat of her pussy. She was sore. But she was still hungry. After all these months she didn't have enough yet. Not nearly enough. She lay back on the bed and continued to rub the oil up into her hole. Then she got onto her hands and knees.
"Chunza!" she called. "Come here, darling!"
There was the pad of paws, the bounce of the bed as the huge animal hit the mattress with all four paws. Marion closed her eyes as she felt his weight, as his front claws scraped her shoulders. Giggling, she reached back under her body, reached back between her thighs. The sheath lay in her fingers and she squeezed it and felt the sudden press of Chunza's barb slip up her palm, her wrist.
"Ohhhh Chunza ... Chunza :.. "
It was just beginning. Only just beginning.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ronnette had been awakened by Flo's shuddering moan. Her friend was sleeping in the bed on the other side of the room. She could see a faint outline in the moonlight. The silhouette of Flo's lifted knee.
"You okay, Flo?"
There was no answer. She threw back the sheet and tiptoed closer to where Flo lay sleeping. The moonlight came directly in on Flo's bed, and Ronnie could see much clearer now. Flo had tossed back her covers and her knee-length gown had hiked up over her belly. But the sheet ... Ronnette bit her lip. It was obvious that the sheet was causing all the trouble. It had become twisted up between the pretty blonde's thighs and as she tossed on the mattress, it rubbed across her naked cunt.
Florence never wore panties to bed. Neither did Ronnie. They hadn't worn any panties to bed since they'd first become friends at a slumber party. That was when they were twelve. That was the time they'd undressed each other and tickled and hugged. Now, both were too self-conscious to allow themselves to indulge in something which might smack of lesbianism. But their affection and friendship had held through the years.
Ronnie felt her own excitement growing as she watched Flo buck her full, curvy ass. The sheet was damp where it had rubbed her lips open and her pussy seemed swollen. Ronnette felt her knees tremble. Flo seemed to be having a wet dream. Her breasts rose and fell. She twisted one way, writhed another. Ronnie felt she was peeping to stay and watch. But she wanted to. The contraction of the big muscles in the cheeks of Florence's ass came regularly now and she was making hungry, frantic sounds in her throat.
Ronnette knew that she would awaken when she came. She didn't want to embarrass Flo, so she crept back to bed. She was just pulling the covers up when the gasping blonde squirmed more violently than ever. The mattress bumped and the sheet jerked as she clawed at the mattress and pumped her ass in wild, ravenous circles.
"Ohhhh...!" She sat up in the moonlight. Ronnette peeked across the room, saw the pretty silhouette of her friend's breasts tipped with tiny bumps. "Ohhhh god ... I had a weird dream."
"You okay now, Flo?"
"Oh ... are you awake, Ronnie?"
"Yeah. I heard your bad dream."
Flo giggled, ran a hand over her breasts. "It was a good dream really." She bit her bottom lip with embarrassment. "I came."
"So I gathered." Ronnette sat up on her elbows. She was tingling herself. She wished Flo would tell her about the dream.
"I dreamed about that ... dog again." Flo took a long breath, let it out. "Isn't that funny? I've dreamed about boys before, but never a dog. And he was fucking me! Oh god, he was fucking me like crazy." She shook her head, trying to remember. "I ... I was his wife. I mean we lived in some cave somewhere and this dog owned me!"
"That's far out!"
"It was nice," Flor breathed. "Not scary like what happened to me at the pond. In the dream I never wore anything. The dog just jumped up-on me whenever he wanted."
Ronnette couldn't admit to her friend how the dream had affected her. She lay still until Flo's breathing became regular. Then when the blonde was snoring softly again, Ronnie got the plastic vibrator out of the drawer next to her bed and rolled over onto her belly. Then she lifted her slim bottom up under the covers, arched her back sharply downward. This made the angle of her hole just right. Reaching over her ass from above, she flicked the switch on the bullet and slid the tip back and forth against her closed pussy. The lips were already damp from her juice and they opened around the smooth, trembling thing easily.
Ronnie didn't bother to tease her clit. She felt like filling her body more than anything else. She wanted something inside. And as the smooth slipped deeper, her head went back and she snarled. Like a dog? Ronnie wondered about Flo's dream. She was considering her own feelings, and the fact that she was really scared about the implications of her friend's fantasy. A dog ... she'd dreamed a dog was fucking her. Yet Ronnette had been moved by the dream, had been excited more than she cared to admit.
Ronnie closed her eyes and tried to imagine being fucked. Almost immediately the figure behind her, pressing down on her ... was a dog! She tried to shake the image away and replace it with some guy she'd met at school, but the idea of a dog persisted.
It was too hard to reach over her asscheeks so she slipped her long fingers under her belly instead. Yesss, that was better. Now she could slide the vibrating bullet in and out of her pussy while she let her thumb tickle her clit. She closed her eyes again. Hot images floated up from her imagination. She was on some kind of stage. She was draped in silk except for her bare ass. And a giant dog was spread above her, his cock sliding slowly in and out ... in and out....
In and out went the tickling, buzzing thing she held. Her thumb knuckle rubbed her clit. The glossy suck of her cunt made sweet music. She shoved the bullet faster.
"Mmmmm ... ohhhh yesss!" The dog in her dreamy mind actually picked her up with his cock. He lifted her pert ass up from the stage and shook his haunches, shaking her willowy form as well. The silk fell from her limbs.
Ronnette found herself on tiptoe in the bed, her shoulders and breasts down against the mattress. The vibrator plowed out excruciating pleasure. She could feel her insides swelling tightly around the slick thing. She was pretending that the dog was still holding her up by her pussy. His cock was so big, she couldn't pull her body free! She was being fucked like that and ... and....
"Ohhhh ... whooooo!"
She came dancing on her tiptoes, the vibrator plunged as deep as it would go. Hot butter coursed down her thighs, circled her ankles. Her calf muscles were rock hard. Then she fell in a gasping heap into the warm sheets. When at last she found the switch, she gouged it with a slippery finger and got it turned off. She was drifting off with the plastic bullet still inside her pussy. But she was troubled by the dream Flo experienced. The dream of the dog which had affected her too. It wasn't ... wasn't quite sane to dream of dogs and have an erotic dream. But she was sleepy. Sleepy and tired from bringing herself off.
* * *
The next morning Ronnie and Flo went shopping. It was Saturday, white clouds scudded in the sky and they were both in good humor. Ronnette didn't say anything about Flo's dream the night before. She wasn't so sure of her own feelings on the subject, especially after her little fantasy trip with the vibrator. But the big shock was yet to come.
They split up and planned to meet at the dime store later. Ronnie wanted to go to a certain clothes store and Florence was looking for a birthday card to send to her mother on vacation. Ronnette did her shopping, didn't find anything that interested her much and finally headed in the direction of the dime store.
She was just coming around the corner when she saw Florence. Flo was leaning in the crook of a building. Her nostrils were flared and she was breathing rapidly. Florence couldn't see Ronnie because of the angle of the sun, so she could see the pretty blonde without being observed. The look on her face ... what was causing it?
Hank Johnson! He was putting something into his truck across the street from where Florence leaned in the crook of the building. There was a big dog in the back of his pickup. It wasn't the same one that had attacked Flo at the pond, but it could have been that dog's brother. It was huge! Its cock sheath hung heavily under its powerful body. It sniffed the air and once when it gazed in Flo's direction, Ronnie saw her friend lick her lips and hug her breasts with her folded arms. Then Ronnette discerned a more subtle movement, something no passerby would have noticed. Florence was rocking her hips back and forth as she watched the big bearded man and his dog.
Ronnie wasn't about to be so crass as to interrupt this little tableau. She was embarrassed for her friend, and more than that, worried. Had that incident with the dog up at the pond done something to Flo's mind? She was acting so strangely. She never acted as spacy as she had the past few days. Ronnette turned around and went into the dime store from the side street entrance. When Flo came in and took a stool at the soda fountain Ronnie couldn't bear to look her in the eyes. Florence seemed to be in some kind of trance.
"Flo? You okay?"
"Mmm? Oh sure. Just thinking about something...." She ordered a Coke and played with the straw a long time. She didn't seem to be much interested in talking. They finished and headed for the car, Ronnette walking behind to observe Florence's strange behavior.
"I think I'll walk today," Flo said, "it's such a nice day."
Ronnie didn't want to let her, but Flo was a big girl after all. She even thought about following behind in the Chrysler, but that was silly. Instead she drove home and parked in the driveway. When Florence didn't show up in half an hour, she got out and walked back down toward town.
Florence was nowhere around. Ronnie even searched the side streets and stopped at the A&W. No one had seen her. Until Rudy Conway tooled into the drive-in in his Olds.
"Yeah, she wanted me to take her out on the highway west, you know." He was looking at himself in the mirror. Ronnie couldn't seem to make him understand how urgent the situation was.
"Well?"
"Whataya mean ... well?"
"Where is she?"
Rudy gave his rear-view mirror a smile. "Oh she wanted out by that old road that leads up to the mill. She was acting real dreamy and everything." He pouted. "And here I thought she wanted to make it with me or something...." He looked at Ronnie. "Hey, what ya doing tonight, Ronnette?"
"See you later, Rudy."
Ronnie got back in the Chrysler and slammed out of the drive-in. She stopped by her house long enough to get a canteen and shove a few things in a small knapsack.
The sun was still an hour from going down when she reached the rutted lane which was almost hidden from the main road. But she drove on past and pulled off into a parking area beside a litter barrel. Then she hid the car key under the mat, hooked the knapsack over one shoulder and lit off through the woods.
Her mind was swirling with scary possibilities. She felt trembly all over. She had no idea what was going on in her girl friend's head, but it was getting weirder by the second. She knew she might be backing herself into some kind of weird movie. Why had Flo not said something to her? They were so tight! Even if it had been about the dog.
Ronnie jumped over a fallen tree and started around a low hill. Her heart was pounding as much from the uncertainty of the moment as her exertion. Florence had looked at that dog in the back of Hank Johnson's truck for a long time. She had been remembering probably. Ronnette felt a sympathetic surge of juice between her legs.
She tried to imagine what it would feel like to get fucked for the first time by a dog. That big animal had broken Florence's cherry after all ... the incident had been traumatic to the girl in more ways than just the physical loss of her hymen.
Ronnette stopped. Had she heard the yelp of a dog way off somewhere? She walked slower, trying to remember how far she'd come. But in the woods it was hard to keep her directions straight.
"Oh, Florence. Why didn't you tell me where you were going?" Ronnie had just about guessed why. Though it was hard to accept, she could only think that Florence wanted to be close to that huge dog again. That big tawny monster who'd held her down and fucked her until she'd bled.
Ronnette stopped again. This time she was sure she'd heard something through the trees. She went up to a big rock and peeked over the top. Below she could see Johnson's house and the dog pens behind. The sun was going down behind the tops of the pines. She snugged her knapsack higher and -edged down the slope to the protection of another big rock.
There seemed to be no sign of movement, nobody around. She could see a few big dogs in the pen. But where was Florence? She circled the side of the hill, careful to stay well out of sight. She had on clothes that blended well with the background of trees and rocks. But suddenly the dogs began to yelp. She saw more of them coming out of kennels. They raked at the enclosure with their paws, howling and jumping around.
"The wind," she whispered, panicked. The wind had changed, blown her scent down to them. The door slammed, echoing up to where she shivered behind a rock.
When Ronnie looked, she saw the big man with the black beard, Hank. He went to the cages and opened a door. The dogs rushed out, fighting for the lead. And as she'd expected, they bounded up the hill in her direction.
Ronnette fled. She fell twice, threw the knapsack from her shoulder and got up to run again. The dogs were still barking, but now she could hear the crash of them through the brush. One was very close now. The air screamed in her throat as she tried to get to a tree that looked climbable. But before she was within ten feet of it, heavy paws were against her back. She went sliding down in a spongy bed of pine needles, the big animal holding her down as the other dogs circled around sniffing.
"Help ... ohhhh, help!" She struggled to get up but the dog growled. She couldn't see him but knew that he was big. Very big.
Then human hands grabbed her wrists. The dogs moved back, obeying a guttural command from Hank Johnson! He was looking down into her face. He looked like a crazy man. Then without a word, he was dragging her back down the hill toward his house.
"Let me go ... I was looking for somebody and got lost...."
"You were trespassing."
"I ... I didn't mean to do any harm."
The dogs sniffed and nosed around her ass as she was half dragged, half pushed down the slope. They were on level ground then. She saw the edge of the house, but Hank took her by that. He stopped before one of the dog pens, shoved her through the gate. The dogs that had been pursuing her trotted in behind and the bearded man closed the pen up.
"Ohhh god, don't leave me in here! Ohhh please don't!"
Ronnie fell to her knees and clung to the wire with her fingers. Hank Johnson actually seemed to be smiling. But she wasn't sure. Then he walked away.
The dogs nosed around her. She was almost afraid to move. When she tried to get up very slowly, one big animal put his paw on her shoulder and growled. They wanted her to remain at their level, that was obvious. The light was fading fast now. Ronnette felt cold, penetrating fear.
She looked down the dirt run where the kennels were placed. They were big, each one large enough for three of the monstrous dogs. One huge, brown mongrel was eyeing her with special interest. When any other dog came near, he began to growl. It was as if some primitive choosing game was going on. And the big brown dog had chosen. She inched her way along the fence, making sure she faced the mongrel at all times. He panted along close by.
"Nice boy ... nice doggy."
The dog nosed her neck. She felt his hot breath, the rough slide of his tongue across her ear. She was afraid to push him away. She couldn't tell whether he was playing or wanted something more.
"Go away now ... leave me alone."
Ronnette wanted to get inside one of the kennels. If she could do that and then guard the entrance with her feet, she might be safe for the night. She couldn't get the image of Flo out of her mind ... that day at the pond. Maybe that had been an accident, maybe the dog had been overly excited. But this mongrel was acting very strange for a dog too. What kind of trainer was this Hank Johnson?
She was only a few feet away from a kennel. She inched carefully, keeping her ass on the ground, sliding her feet and hands to move. The mongrel was closer than before. He licked at her knee. He growled and nosed as if he wanted to smell her better.
"Nice doggy ... nooooo ... don't do that ... nooooo!" He was pushing her down, trying to roll her over with his big muzzle.
She was close enough to make a break for it. Ronnie plunged through the small entrance to the kennel and whirled to kick her feet at the doorway to keep the big brown mongrel from entering behind her.
He barked and growled, but kept his distance. She'd won! But then she heard a moan in the darkness behind her. It was not the sound a dog would make! And her nostrils flared now at the sharp, unmistakable odor of cum.
"Ohhhh," Florence sighed.
Ronnette would know her friend's voice anywhere. She squinted and stared, trying to get used to the darkness of the kennel. Then she saw the faint outline of her friend's bare ass. Florence was on her knees, bottom pushed high. A big, black shepherd was licking her cunt. He seemed to be enjoying it immensely, taking his time. The sound of his tongue slurping over Flo's swollen pubes filled the kennel. And Ronnie could see strings of drying cum on her best friend's thighs.
"Flo! It's me!"
Florence turned her head to the side. Her eyes were glassy and dull. Her mouth pouted sexily and Ronnie could see that she was covered with dirt.
"Uhnnn ... Ronnie ... Ronnie ... uhnnnnn."
Her ass rocked from side to side. The shepherd moved around nervously, eyeing Ronnette as he feasted on the blonde's pussy. A shiny drop of sex butter trickled down Florence's inner thigh and puddled in the dust at her knee.
How many times Flo had been fucked there was no way of telling. Ronnie felt sick. She could hardly keep from screaming. But she had to keep control of herself. Something insane was going on. She couldn't possibly understand it all yet. But she had to keep control, had to fight off hysteria.
"Listen to me, Flo! Listen to me closely! We have to get you out of here...."
The brown mongrel grabbed one of her feet in his jaws and tried to drag her out of the kennel. She kicked violently and the dog yelped and dodged back outside. Ronnie felt a tiny spot of wetness where she'd peed in her panties from fear.
It was getting darker. And it was getting cooler too. And Flo had no clothes at all!
"What did he do with your things, Flo?"
The big shepherd had stopped licking the blonde's pussy. He was growling low and deep in his throat. He was growling at Ronnette!
"Whaaaa? Clothes?"
For a moment Florence seemed to recognize her. But the shepherd mounted her suddenly and Ronnie saw his cock, saw the glossy shine in the dim light of the kennel. The red, raw shaft stabbed against Flo's bulging pussy. The force sent her friend crashing against the wall. Ronnie winced as she heard Florence's head bump the wooden side of the kennel.
"Honey! Are you okay?"
Flo had fallen with her face down in the dirt. But her ass was still high; she was on her knees trying to hold herself up for the dog! The shepherd thrust wildly and Ronnette saw his hot shaft slipping out of sight into the seepy depths of Florence's swollen pussy.
"Ohh god, what's happening here?" Ronnie was more frightened than she'd ever been in her life.
The shepherd lunged and thrust. Ronnette heard the slick slurp of his cock going deep! Flo grunted like a pig, bobbing her ass around in tight circles as the dog cock plumbed her depths.
Sharp teeth closed down on Ronnette's calf. She turned, tried to get the other foot up to kick, but the brown mongrel' thrust himself suddenly into the kennel. Her pussy was covered with a hot tongue. Another dog outside was biting at her crotch. She yelped as he pinched the lips of her pussy and tossed his head. Her jeans ripped. She could feel the seams giving way from the crotch. She flailed wildly with her feet, felt a solid thump as one dog went reeling back, whimpering. But two more took his place.
Half of her body was outside the kennel, half inside. The brown mongrel was shredding her cowboy shirt. She felt one of her hard, small breasts jiggle free. The mongrel mouthed it roughly. Teeth cut excruciatingly close to her nipple. She peed her pants good now, and as she did her nipple stiffened with excitement. The dog outside the kennel was ripping the crotch of her jeans completely away. She felt her pee-soaked panties clinging against the plump lips of her cunt as the denim came away.
Ronnette wanted to scream. But she was too afraid to. A scream might turn the dogs into killers.
"Nooo ... bad dog ... get away!"
There were at least three of them working on her now. She could hear the panting grunts, feel the breath on her neck. Yes, the shepherd that had been fucking Florence had pulled his cock out of her. He was helping the brown mongrel tear the rest of Ronnie's shirt off. Two dog mouths licked hungrily at her tits! She gasped from the sudden tickling pleasure. She had to fight the weakness that surged up her thighs. What was happening between her legs? (
"Ohhhh noooo!"
It was the sudden plunge of a sharp muzzle between her cuntlips that had her body shuddering with the strong sensations of pleasure. One dog mouthed her ankle. She writhed in the dirt from the itchy teasing of their wet mouths.
"Uhhnnnnn!"
She made an effort to free herself from the paws that held her to the dirt floor of the kennel. She tried to find Flo in the growing darkness. Everything was whirling before her eyes. The flash of teeth, the slurp of hot tongues.
"Flo! Florence ... help me!"
One dog had found her clit and was working on it ravenously. The velvety little finger of pleasure had risen from behind its hood to receive the exquisite friction of the hungry animal. He slobbered thickly on her pussy and thighs. His paws scratched her flesh.
"Mmmmm ... ohhhh...."
It was Flo, breathing somewhere in the back of the kennel. The shepherd had again turned his attention to her. But Ronnette couldn't see anything now. She could only smell the hot, hungry animals as they swarmed around her. The kennel was full of them! It was like a nightmare ... but no dream. This was real!
"Florence ... Flo ... Ohhhh!"
She had somehow turned over onto her stomach. She was clawing her way to the door ... outside.
In the glow of twilight she saw more dogs coming after her. Then they circled and growled and licked at her. Her pussy was flooding juice. But at least she still had her jeans on, even if the crotch had been eaten away. She saw that her panty crotch was ruined too. Only a few threads of pink satin stretched across the soppy, matted hair of her cunt.
She got up and tried to run, but a big dog cut in front of her and she went sprawling.
"Get up! Huhhhh whooo!"
It was Hank Johnson. He stood just outside the gate, hollering at the dogs. They swarmed around Ronnie, sniffing and whimpering, but none tried to hold her down as she got up. She was trembling too much to think of anything to say. She merely followed the bearded man's eyes and waited until he opened the gate and led her out by the wrist.
She stumbled up the pathway to the house, being pulled behind Hank Johnson. He had immense arms, a huge chest. He towered over her. She was thankful for having been saved from the dogs. She was on the verge of tears.
He took her into a big room. There was a fire in the fireplace, and Ronnette realized just how chilly it had become outside when she felt the glow of the coals. Hank turned out the single lamp. There was only the fire now. She stood before it shivering.
"Undress," he said.
His voice was no-nonsense. But Ronnette shook her head.
"What are you doing ... what are you doing to my friend Florence...?"
The man made a funny sound in his throat and Ronnie sensed another presence in the room. The biggest, blackest dog she'd ever seen stood in the doorway of the room. He had on a metal-studded collar which glinted in the flickering light from the fireplace. His eyes were bright. He loped slowly toward her at a signal from his master.
"Noooo ... ohhhh please don't let him...!"
"This is Shama," Hank Johnson said. "He wants to mate with you."
Ronnette fell to her knees only because she was top frightened to stand any longer. She put her hands together and looked up at the man with the black beard.
"I'm praying to you ... please let me go!"
Hank Johnson came over to her and slipped a chromed chain choke collar over her head. Then he snapped a leather leash through the loop and pulled it until the cold links tightened on her throat. The huge black dog was gingerly licking one exposed breast.
"Noooo ... ohhhh why can't someone help me. This isn't happening. It couldn't be!"
The big man was yanking down her jeans, or what was left of them. The shreds of her panties followed. He pulled her to her feet with the chain so be could get the tattered rags off over her ankles. The black dog tore at the ruined clothing with his mouth and front paws.
Ronnette stood there shivering.
"Look at yourself!"
Hank turned her so she could see the long mirror set in the back of a door. She stood there with the shiny choke chain around her neck, her long dark hair falling over her shoulders and breasts. Her pubic hair was dewy with dog saliva and she could see the wet smears on her tit where the big black dog had just licked. He nosed closer in the jumping light from the fireplace.
"Down!" Hank Johnson said.
Ronnette realized that he meant her. He jerked the chain and she sank to her knees again. The dog's paws struck her at the shoulder blades and she went forward on her hands. She tried to lie flat on the floor on her belly, but the big man yanked the chain hard enough to cut off her air. She crawled quickly onto her knees again. Then she felt another hot trickle of pee on the inside of her thigh. She was so scared!
"Ohhhh, I'll do anything if you let me go! I'll never tell anyone ... I promise!"
Hank Johnson laughed as if she'd told a joke. A very funny joke. Then he made another noise in his throat and the dog Shama bounded up onto her. His front paws fought against her flesh, his furry underbelly slid across her ass. The choke chain was tight on her neck.
The hot cock that plowed suddenly between her cuntlips seemed bigger than she'd imagined. It felt like it was splitting her body apart down there! She wiggled her body forward, dislodging the awful thing for a moment. But when she tried to crawl, the choke chain snapped tight and she gagged, crying for air.
"Fuck!" the bearded man said.
He yanked the chain again. Ronnette squirted pee again just as the black dog's cock forced its way into the mouth of her pussy. She felt the hot velvet folds parting for him, felt the sudden rush of blood to her dainty tissues. She was gasping for air. She was feeling the hot, smooth rub of his barb as it opened up her insides!
"Nooooo ... ohhhh god help me!"
"Fuck!" Hank bellowed. "Fuck!"
She didn't know whether the command was for her or for the dog. It didn't seem to matter. There was nothing she could do. She could feel the animal breathing against the nape of her neck. With an animal's cock actually sliding deeper into her body by the second, she was near madness. She heard herself begin to laugh. The choke collar jerked painfully tight on her neck and she stopped giggling.
The soft insides of her cunt were being pushed inward and then pulled out again. "Uuuhhhnnnnn!" she moaned. "Slower, Shama!"
Hank Johnson touched the dog's back. The animal held his cock in her. He didn't move at all, but Ronnie could feel the huge thing pulsing as the blood pumped through it. And then she felt something else. She didn't believe it at first. But her own pussy was convulsing slowly ... tightening and loosening around the long, hot shaft.
"Noooo ... I don't want to ... I want to go home...."
"Shama ... now...."
Hank Johnson touched the dog in another way. The dog drew his cock back, back until the barb was hanging at the very beginning of Ronnie's seeping pussy. She could feel the strong ring of muscles that could hold her body closed, she could feel them tightening down, pushing the smooth dome of the dog's cockhead out of her warmth. The bearded man gave another order to the animal. Shama pushed forward with his haunches.
"Uhhhnnnn ... nooooo!"
Ronnette could feel the steely thing invading her cunt. She felt the outer lips part once again, part around the huge head. Then the ridged barb slipped past the ring of muscles and they snapped down tightly around the shaft behind. A stream of juice squirted out and dribbled down her thigh.
"Touch him," Hank ordered.
"Noooo!"
"Touch him." The chain clinked tight around her neck.
"Ohhhhh ... ohhhhh god...." She put a hand back under her body. She found the kinky beginning of her cunt hair, stopped.
"Touch him!"
Hank pulled the choke collar until she could feel the blood pounding in her ears. Ronnie let her shaking fingers trace the beginning of her slit. She found her aching clit and then the stretched lips that hugged the dog's cock shaft wetly. She felt the dog then. She jerked from the odd sensation. She could feel the stretched tissues, the blood-engorged lips and the hard dog cock that jutted from the furry sheath under the dog's belly. Shama moved slightly, panting hard against her neck. She felt the shaft slip an inch deeper. Ronnette traced the base of the cock, touched the place where it disappeared up inside her body.
"Ohhhh my god!"
"His balls ... touch his balls."
She obeyed, letting her fingertips play around the black fur that covered the sac. Inside she could feel the slippery eggs that were connected by tubes to the caned along the bottom of the dog's cock. She trembled with the realization of what was happening to her. The dog was having a hard time staying still. He lunged a little and Hank Johnson commanded him to be still.
"Ohhhh ... I ... I...."
Hank gave an order then and the dog lunged with all his might. For the first time since she'd been down on her hands and knees, Ronnie felt the full length of the dog's cock. Her knees were lifted off the floor as the dog pawed forward with his hind feet.
"Hhhhuuuunnnn!" she groaned as Hank held her back with the chain.
She couldn't breathe. She dangled there, her knees trying to find the floor as the dog worked his haunches in wild and vicious circles. His gouging cock stretched her pussy deep, deep within her.
At last the strong man loosened his hold on the chain. She could breathe again! And the blood rushed to her brain, filling it with the tickling pleasure of her ravished pussy. She could feel the steady slide of the shaft inside her. She couldn't seem to keep still, much as she hated what was happening. She knew how poor Flo had been that first afternoon at the pond with the dog fucking her so completely. There was something about the soft friction that the cock inside her was making ... something she couldn't ignore. Her nostrils flared and she tossed her head, trying to clear the soft tickle away. But it was too good! It rubbed and rubbed until she thought she wouldn't be able to stand it any longer.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhh god ... ohhhh shit!"
She rubbed back against the dog's cock. She pushed back so hard that she actually felt the furry edge of the sheath against her cuntlips. And still she couldn't quiet the storm which was building through her thighs and belly. Her tits ached to be touched too. She was going mad with this shivery, carnal hunger. Her will was so weak that she couldn't think of what was right or wrong any more. There was just the need she felt. The need to fuck whatever was fucking her.
The dog bit her in his passion. His fangs sank into her neck and he shook her a little. She felt helpless to fight him, helpless to do anything but spread her knees a little wider on the floor. Each time he fucked in and up, she was lifted. His cock skewered her completely. Her dripping, slick cunt sucked hotly around the dog's cock. She bobbed her ass furiously, trying to grind out the itch that was taking over her mind completely. Her flat belly heaved and she tossed her chest back and forth to make her breasts sway. That seemed to help. It helped her nipples somehow.
And as if he'd read her mind, Hank Johnson was suddenly on his knees beside her. His big hand raked across her hard, firm breasts. Her hot nipples gouged his palms and she whimpered like a bitch in heat.
"Oooooo ... wwooooo!"
"You bitch ... you bitch...." he laughed, rubbing one nipple good now, getting it between thumb and finger.
She writhed her body like a snake, humping her back up as the dog plunged and fucked and yelped atop her body. It was so weird, the change that had come over her. Ronnette had peed with fear only moments before. She'd hated and feared the man with the black beard. But now she only wanted him to touch her while the dog fucked. And when his hand smoothed down her belly too, she gasped with delight.
"Ohhhhh ... I ... I'm ... I'm...."
She was going to come. Her every fiber throbbed with tension as the dog's sliding, plunging prick brought her closer to that explosion she knew would kill her. She didn't see how anybody could take something so intense. The single fuck she'd experienced in her life had been nothing like this!
Hank Johnson was fondling her breasts again, using both hands. He had dropped the leash. The choke chain hung loosely around her neck. The big man gave another order and dropped to his knees. She saw that his vest was made of fur ... dog fur! And his belly and chest were almost as furry as one of his animals. The big black dog growled and looked threateningly at his master. But Hank didn't seem to pay the dog much mind.
Ronnette felt as if she were falling very slowly through a dream. Her pussy pulsed in and out, the dainty folds of velvet sucking at the hot, hard thing that fucked her over and over and over again. Heir come seemed to dangle just out of reach. When it seemed that the itchy madness would kill her if it didn't end, Shama would slow his humping and her trim body would tremble like a leaf.
And now the black-bearded man was ... was trying to push the dog out of the way! Ronnie focused somehow, looked behind her at the two fingers in the dancing firelight. Under Hank's belly hung the biggest, meanest-looking cock she could imagine. His pants were off, all except one leg which hung and dragged the floor as he tried to horse the dog to the side.
But Shama had his warm spot and didn't want to relinquish it.
"Shama! Back!"
The big man shoved the dog with his thigh. The animal squealed as his cock sucked free of Ronnie's swollen cunt. Ronnette convulsed as she felt the lovely things being jerked from her body. And instantly fear filled her. Hank Johnson was pushing his way over; she felt his strong gut against her asscheeks.
"Nooooo!" she cried. "You're too big!"
And he was! She knew he was! She'd been stretched to the breaking point by the huge prick of the black dog. But Hank was hung like a mule. His cock didn't look human at all. It was dark purple where the tip had inched out from the foreskin. She could see the hidden ridge under the smooth, tight-fitting covering that would slide back as he pushed his shaft into her dripping body. Her heart raced. She tried to inch forward but Hank grabbed her hips with his ham-like hands and jerked her back. The hot, glossy glans of his cock pressed into her softness. A flood of butter wet him, dribbled down her thigh.
"Noooo! Help me ... somebody help!"
There was a sudden growl from Shama and then a torrent of snarling, scratching fighting going on behind her. Hank Johnson's body pulled away. She felt his cock slip away and experienced an odd mixture of emotions-thankful that she had not been ruined for life by that outsized cock, and quivering too for some kind of release.
She fell to her side, the firelight dancing over her naked body. She seesawed her bottom, rubbing a hand down between her thighs. Her knuckles were immediately soaked with her seeping butter. What was all the noise? Her senses seemed drugged from the sex that had been forced upon her. But there was an awful commotion in the room.
Hank Johnson was on his knees, battling Shama with his fists. The big animal plunged in, trying to get his teeth into the big man's naked belly. But Hank was as strong as the dog and twice as mean. He punched out with mighty blows. One caught the dog under the neck and sent it reeling.
"Lousy fucker!" Hank grunted, going after the writhing creature. But the dog squirmed away from his blow and attacked from the side.
"Ohhhh god!" Ronnette screamed as she saw the dog's fangs sink into Hank Johnson's arm, saw the blood squirt out.
The bearded giant fell atop the dog and pounded at him with his fists. The squeals and howls were terrible. Somehow Ronnie pulled herself to her knees. She grabbed her tattered jeans and pulled them on. The crotch was ripped out and the sensation of being so exposed didn't help her composure much. She was still hovering on the verge of her come. Every move was excruciatingly sensuous. She bit her lip and limped toward the door, the choke chain clinking around her neck, the leash dragging the floor.
The fighting animals, Hank and the dog, didn't seem to notice. She forced herself on. When she got outside, the cool air cleared her mind somewhat. She hurried forward toward the dog pen. She stopped just outside the gate.
"Ohhh, Flo! Get up, honey! You have to get up!"
Ronnie shuddered at the sight. Her pretty friend was prancing around on her hands and knees in the dirt of the pen. One dog had just slipped from her back and was licking the strings of cum from his cock and balls. Another raced to take his place, and as Ronnette tried to get the gate open, he mounted Florence and stabbed his swollen cock between the lips of her pussy in two thrusts. The girl's tits shook from the force and she went down on one elbow for a moment.
"Uhn ... uhn ... uhn...." She was grunting like a pig, working her curvy ass around so the dog could get deep.
"Florence! Listen to me!"
Ronnie was inside now, trying to pull her buddy up from the ground. The dog who was humping wildly against her plump bottom gave a warning growl. Ronnette slapped at him and screamed. The dog got her wrist and snapped his head twice. Ronnie saw the blood spill down on Florence's back. She got her hand away, staggered against the fence in shock. It was not a deep bite. The dog had just broken the skin. But she was frightened worse than ever.
"Florence! We must leave! Now!"
Somehow she got the girl to her feet, the dog slipping out of the blonde's body with a slick suck.
Florence was in a trance of some sort. She pawed at her own mound, trying to work her fingers into her pussy as Ronnette pushed her toward the opening in the fence.
Ronnie slapped her hard in the face. The blonde put a hand to the hurt. Ronnie slapped her again on the other side. She could see Florence's eyes clearing. The girl shook her head and babbled something. Then she became aware of her nakedness, the smears of dirt and cum on her belly. She screamed.
"Run!" Ronnie ordered, pointing up the hill. "Run as fast as you can!" Flo ran crying. Ronnette shut the cage door. Two dogs had slipped out but they were brawling in the dirt outside, their long cocks bobbing. Ronnette ran after the fleeing blonde. They made it into the woods before one of the dogs won out over the other and began to pursue them.
"You've got to do what I say!" Ronnie told Flo.
The blonde was shaking all over. Her face was twisted in agonized fear.
"Get down on your hands and knees!"
Flo did. Ronnie found the stick she was looking for. It was four feet long with a heavy, gnarled knot at the end. The dog crashed through the brush behind them, nose close to the ground. He didn't pause at all when he saw Florence's lovely white ass.
Ronnette tried to hit him before he got his cock in, but she was a little too late. Florence screamed. The dog's prick flicked at the entrance to her pussy, sank three inches.
Then Ronnette brought her club down. The animal slumped limp, still atop Florence's stained, white body. His paws were drapped over the girl's shoulders and even in unconsciousness, his haunches worked in the instinctive throes of fucking.
Ronnette shuddered as she grabbed the warm body and pulled him backward. The slick, raw cock of the dog made a sucking noise as it came free of Flo's cunt. The blonde fell onto her side in the leaves. She was hysterical now, sobbing and laughing and babbling all sorts of nonsense. Ronnie threw down her club.
"Come on ... get up!"
Ronnette shook her friend hard by the shoulders, pushed her up the hill. It seemed like forever before they saw the car, glinting in the moonlight where Ronnie had parked it.
* * *
Ronnette drove slowly and carefully on her way back to town. She had draped a car blanket over her shoulders and bare breasts, but Flo was stark naked, lying in the back seat and talking to herself. She had moments of clarity when she would cry. But most of the time she reverted to the babbling, animal-like bitch she'd been with the dogs in that terrible pen.
Ronnie pulled into the garage at home and made sure there was no one up before she bundled Florence in the blanket and took her upstairs. When she'd cleaned her up, she loaded up the hash pipe and made her blonde friend smoke. While Flo was getting good and high, she went downstairs to the liquor cabinet and snagged a bottle of expensive Scotch. She wanted to get Florence really loaded and let her talk and cry the whole thing out. She had to break the spell in some way or other. Maybe opening up her unconscious a little would help.
When she'd poured Flo a glass of the good booze, she slugged from the bottle herself. She could hardly believe what had happened. Except when she looked at her slashed wrist. The blood had dried now and she could see it was only a shallow flesh wound. But her body ached from the attacks of the dog. And she shook all over when she remembered how close she'd come to being raped by Hank Johnson himself! Such an ugly, huge monster, that man. Ronnette had no plans, nothing very clear in her mind. But she knew she would have revenge for what the hermit had done to her best friend.
CHAPTER SIX
Marion had never thought of herself as a tease.
But with her new pet, things were different. He was so eager to fuck, she couldn't resist holding out a little. Chunza actually bristled with hunger when she got out of bed in the morning and went to the bathroom to squat on the toilet and pee. He wiggled his huge body and clawed the rug and drooled when she sashayed back to the bed for a few more minutes of rest.
This particular morning, he'd taken hold of her ankle and held her in the middle of the room. She laughed, knowing that he couldn't really get at her unless he released his jaws. And when he did that, she'd vault into the bed and jerk the covers up.
"Come and get me, sweetheart," she giggled, doing just that when Chunza decided to make a move.
The dog was on the bed in a flash, but she held the sheet and blanket tightly around her neck. He pawed the covers and pressed his nose against the bump of her hips. He could smell her musk right through the blanket! It excited her quickly to be sought after so eagerly. Neither of her husbands had ever been so horny.
"What do you want, Chunza?"
The dog barked, raked at the blanket. His red cock was hanging from its sheath at least four inches. There was something milky leaking from the tip.
"You want to eat me, baby? Is that it?"
Chunza whimpered and let his tongue hang out.
"Would you like to slip your hot, hard cock inside Marion's body?"
The words thrilled her. She liked to talk to the dog like that, liked to tease the two of them. Her pussy flooded fresh juice against the crotch piece of her satin panties. When she worked her hips, her velvet insides caressed her clit, urging it up out of its mushy hiding place. She was steamy hot down there. Even the crack of her ass was damp with excitement. And she knew that Chunza was dying to lick her clean!
"How bad do you want Marion? How bad, Chunza, how bad?"
Chunza began to tear at the blanket with his teeth, jerking it free from her fingers. She let him. She was wearing only a shorty nightgown and panties. When the covers had slipped below her belly, the big dog stopped and began to lick the silky material.
"Ohhhh, yesss baby, you love the way I smell, don't you?"
She sat up suddenly and slipped her shaking hand under the dog's warm belly. His cock felt steely beneath the flesh of the furry sheath. She jacked the sheath quickly back and forth, watching the effect it was having on the tawny beast. Chunza grunted with pleasure. His cock slid glistening from the heat of his body. It dripped with lubrication. Marion could see the bulging veins, the knobbed fleshy tip. She stroked the dog's cock gently, letting her fingers touch the raw, slippery part now. The dog stiffened. His cockhead swelled with hot blood.
"Ohhhh what a big dog you are!"
She smoothed his back, keeping the other hand tightly around his raw, juicy cock. It felt heavenly there against her palm. Every throb, every surge of blood made her own pussy ache all the more.
Chunza squirmed his narrow haunches around, pumping his cock in and out of the circle of her hand. He whined and snapped his teeth at the air. His ears stood straight up. And deep in his chest, Marion could feel his heart pounding.
Then she looked at Chunza's balls again. They were pulled up tight against his body. Even inside the slick sac she could feel them up there. She was on her side, propped up on an elbow. So close to that ... that strange thing! Her mouth hung open, her lips pouting. She licked them, licked them again. What would it be like to let her tongue....
No. That was too much. Her mind swirled with the realization of what she'd let herself think. But now Chunza's cock felt so funny. It was pulsing with each beat of his heart.
Marion jerked her face away just in time. The stringy flecks of cum jumped from the barbed tip of the dog's cock; droplets stuck against her breasts and dribbled down. She tried to get out of the way, but Chunza was writhing and jerking and turning his body too. It was obvious now that he was trying to push the tip of his jetting prick into her mouth. His back paws climbed over her belly, his strong haunches humped powerfully. She could barely hold him back, even with both hands tightly around his shaft.
"Noooo ... Chunza ... no!"
He yipped and began to jerk furiously. Marion turned her head to the side and felt the slick, engorged barb smear cum across her cheek.
"Ohhh ... oh god ... Chunza ... ohhhh!"
His swinging balls bumped her knuckles. She was holding him so tightly that she realized she was stopping the flow of his semen. She loosened her fingers some and a huge glop of steamy cream plopped against her breast. Her brown nipple was coated with the milky stuff and as some trickled down to the hollow between her tits, her pussy convulsed with excitement.
Marion felt shock at what was happening, but there was a funny kind of thrill too! Of being covered with dog cum! Of having the slick, pungent stuff smeared across her belly and breasts!
"Mmmmm ... ohhhh what a lover you are, Chunza."
Fifteen minutes passed and Chunza still lay on his side on the bed. Marion was burning up! She'd tried everything to arouse the big dog again. She had stripped off her gown and panties and dipped her fingers into her mushy, musky cunt. Then she'd pushed them across Chunza's muzzle, made him lick them. He'd shown a faint interest, but the effort of his come had left him somewhat weakened.
There was one way of course. Marion shook her head, sucked a lungful of air. Why did she keep thinking about doing that? Of course she had given head to a man before. Her second husband had loved it. But a dog! That was taking a step into strange waters indeed.
" But Chunza looked so pretty stretched out on the bed. So helpless. She held his cock up to look at. It had almost completely withdrawn into the furry sheath. But she could see a glimmer of raw meat just inside the circular opening at the end of the sheath. Marion got up and paced the room.
There was a bottle of bourbon on the dresser. She picked it up and poured three fingers into a glass and drank half of it. She looked at Chunza, looked at his cock. Then she drank the rest of the booze and went back to the bed.
"Good boy ... good boy...." she soothed, petting his underbelly, fondling his balls. She felt very strange as she put her nose against the furry covering and nuzzled him.
"Nice boy ... you like Marion touching you ... here?"
She let her teeth close on the sheath. Something swelled, began to push forward. But his cock was hidden still. Trying not to think of herself, trying not to imagine what she must look like, Marion let her tongue slide out from between her teeth. Pointing it, she just barely touched the red, slick tissues that edge the sheath. Then she held her breath and pushed her tongue tip inside the warm tunnel which hid and protected Chunza's cock. Immediately she felt the knobbed head. She was dizzy with the unexpected heat there. She let her tongue make a trough and slid it under the flared ridge of the knob. Suddenly Chunza's cock pushed out from the sheath and slid between her lips. It rested pulsing on her tongue. She had his cock inside her mouth but she was frozen, petrified with uncertainty.
"Mmmmmm!" she gasped, and closed her cheeks down on the hot, slick thing. She sucked voraciously and felt it stiffening more, plunging deeper into her throat.
Marion's front door buzzer cut through her like a knife.
She sat up, drool slipping off the tip of her chin. Chunza whimpered and pumped his ass. She got up, threw a robe around her shoulders and staggered across the room. She was drunker than she'd thought. The booze had gone straight to her head.
Mrs. Southwick was standing outside in the hall when she opened the door.
"Hello, Marion, I was just wondering...." The old woman looked down at her collie. " ... if you might keep Prince while I'm gone. I must take the bus to Lordsberry and Prince never does very well on a bus." She smiled, touched her gray hair. "Since you get along so good with him, I thought it might be the best way. I should be back late this evening."
Marion braced herself against the door. She was wobbling drunk. She focused her eyes on Mrs. Southwick's face and concentrated on talking without slurring her words.
"Sure, let him right in."
She didn't have any idea why she agreed to the old woman's request so easily. Damned liquor always made her a pushover. Mrs. Southwick thanked her profusely and went back down the hall.
"Did I really agree to keep you?" Marion laughed, closing the door and staring down at the pretty collie.
She knelt and scratched the dog's furry neck. He plunged his hot nose down between her thighs, pushing the housecoat aside. The sudden lick of his tongue up across her slightly open cuntlips brought a shuddering moan from Marion's throat. She held his neck with both hands as he feasted on the juicy mess of her dainty inner tissues.-And each lick the dog gave her made her feverish pussy blossom more.
She couldn't get up from her squat there by the front door. Finally she sat back on her ass and watched in boozy wonder as the collie parted her inner lips with his tongue, then expertly drenched her clit.
"Oooooh! Ohhhh Prince ... I'd forgotten all about you! You've missed me, haven't you?"
She dug her nails into the dog's warm coat. Her juices flooded out into his mouth as he rode his black nose up and down the sloppy folds. His hot tongue lapped the hot butter and sucked for more.
Marion had her eyes closed when Chunza hit the collie in the side with his jaws. The two dogs rolled over on the carpet, a furious swarm of fur and teeth and claws.
"Chunza! Prince! Stop, stop! Oh Christ...!"
Marion circled the two wild animals. She had no idea what to do. Though she was getting sober fast, she was still wobbly. She grabbed a cushion from the sofa and hit at Chunza's back. It was ridiculous. The dog didn't even know she was hitting him. She saw the poker next. It fit her hand before she could think of what she was supposed to do with it. The collie was squealing pitifully. A spot of blood had already appeared on the rug.
"Bastards! Stop it!"
She hit Chunza on the shoulders with the poker. It wasn't a very good blow, but the dog felt it. He turned to leave the collie wallowing on his back and licking at a wound on his leg. Chunza came at her with his fangs bared. Marion stepped backward too fast, tripping over a chair. The huge, tawny animal was over her in a second. He jerked her around by the neck. She prayed to god that it wasn't her time to die. But his fangs didn't seem to be cutting. He was working her body around ... getting her onto her knees.
The sudden realization that Chunza had fought for her body and was now going to take her made Marion shiver with excitement. Her pussy blossomed hotly, spilling slick butter down the inside of her thighs. Chunza pawed his hind feet into position, still grasping her neck firmly in his powerful jaws.
"Ohhhh ... uhhmmmm!" she breathed, feeling the fur of his body slipping up onto her. "Baby ... Chunza!"
She slipped a hand back under her body and grasped the cockhead between her thumb and finger. It was so slippery with Chunza's sex juices that she could hardly hold onto it. But she managed to slide it down between her steamy inner lips and against the soft beginning of her hole. She wiggled furiously, rocking her ass from side to side. The swollen barb forced the muscles wide. She felt it slip inside with a little pop and her mouth fell open.
"Uhnnnn!"
Chunza jabbed feverishly at her cunt. She was half full of dog meat now and each convulsive stab by the huge dog filled her more. Tensing the big muscles in her ass, she closed down her pussy as hard as she could.
Chunza yelped and danced around with his rear paws. He let go of her neck and flopped so wildly that she thought his cock might slip from her hole. But then she saw why he couldn't get away. The fleshy barb that swelled at the very tip of the dog's prick was caught inside her. Caught inside the powerful circle of muscles that controlled the beginning of her hole. She had him! She had him inside her and could keep him there until she decided she had had enough.
"Fuck me, you motherfucker!" Marion babbled, still drunk.
Chunza yanked and bobbed and twisted. His cock slipped back, but when the knobbed tip came up against her tight muscular ring, it wouldn't come out. In their feverish wrestling, the dog slipped onto his side and Marion tucked one leg back against her breasts and slipped it over his body. She had him on the bottom now, holding his neck in her fingers.
She growled and buried her mouth in the fur around Chunza's neck. He squealed, afraid of this turn of events. But she scissored her thighs around the slenderest part of his body, scissored them just above his hind legs. They fucked on their sides, Marion humping her back, then arching it sharply as she ground her pussy open against the dog's hot belly and cock sheath.
"Chunza ... Chunza...!" She kissed his fur, bit one ear tenderly. "Ohhhh ... your cock is against my womb, Chunza ... so big ... soooo hot!"
The dog pumped his haunches, not so panicked as before. She felt the slippery glans press the tight knot of her womb open a little. It felt so strange!
" ' U hhhhhnnnnn!" she moaned. "God ... g-g-god ... ohhhhh fuck!"
She was about to come. Her pussy ached for release. It seeped juice from every pore. She could hardly breathe.
"Wwwoooooo!" she cried, biting Chunza's neck, feeling the fur in her mouth.
Her ass danced lightly over the dog's pounding cock. Chunza gave a weak yelp and she felt the sudden fountain of hot cum deep, deep inside her. Her womb was filling with the sticky stuff. Some of it was leaking out of her hole and staining the rug. She worked her bottom furiously, feeling the storm over her flesh. Her nipples were being bit now. Chunza was coming! His body jerked and twitched and he made funny sounds deep in his throat.
"Ohhhh ... I'm gonna come again ... Chunza!!! Don't go soft on me, you sonofabitch!"
But he was. His cock was bending when she bore down on it with her jerking, steaming pussy. Her tube spasmed tight, trying to keep the lovely, stiff thing inside. But the dog's cries, his jerking efforts to get free won out.
Marion felt the hot dog cock slip from the grasp of her muscles. She grabbed at it with frantic fingers and tried to jam the head back inside. But it only wilted in her hand. Her palm was suddenly swimming in hot curds of cum. It was the dog's last spurt. He trembled all over and rolled from between her thighs.
Marion felt crazy! She felt like she never wanted to stop fucking. She crawled on hands and knees across the rug, her ass still squirming with the intense throes of her fuck. The collie ... the goddamned collie!
"Prince ... Prince, where are you, boy!"
She found the bleeding animal behind the sofa. There was a matted patch of fur halfway up one front leg. He had licked it clean. When he tried to get up, the foot wouldn't hold his weight. He limped painfully and gave Marion a sorrowful look.
Her fingers went to his cock. She massaged the slippery shaft hidden in its sheath. She knew it was there ... why wouldn't it slip out so she could work it up hard?
"Prince ... don't you want to fuck Marion?"
Then she saw it. The tiniest point of raw, red cock! It was glistening with juice. It throbbed in her palm. More ... an inch, two inches!
"Yesss ... good baby ... goood!"
She massaged and milked at the slippery thing, touching the sensitive head with her fingers to give it blood. She saw it taking the shape that made it best for fucking a female pussy! Her pussy!
"Ohhhh, I'm burning up, Prince ... hurry up ... fuck me, damn it ...!"
She wiggled her ass around so that he could smell her seeping juices, smell the other dog's cum. Prince limped up onto his feet, yelping with pain. Then he mounted her awkwardly. His cock missed twice and Marion put her hand back and worked the half-hard tip into the heat of her hole.
When she was sure that the ridged tip was securely inside her, she closed down her muscles again and fucked like crazy. Her ass bobbed and danced and squirmed as the dog caught her own fever and began to work his haunches too. He jabbed furiously, feeling the stormy fever of her pussy.
"Hooo ... uhnnnn ... ohhh fuck, fuck, fuck!" Marion groaned and pumped and drooled as she captured the tickle that had begun to leak away ... caught it and fed it fresh blood. Her thrilling tickle was building quickly. She felt it coming ... coming....
And then there was a jolt to the dog atop her back. He growled and snarled. It was Chunza! He was trying to drag the poor collie from her body. He was jealous! He didn't want the collie's cock inside her pussy!
"Noooo, Chunza! Leave him alone ... I'm gonna ... come ... ohhhh god nooo!"
This time the collie would not relinquish his paradise so easily. He cut out with his bared fangs, and when Marion turned her head, she saw blood on Chunza's fur now. She couldn't do anything. She was slipping into the beginning convulsions of her come. She was babbling and working her ass up to the collie's pumping shaft. The slick suck of her folds around the lovely thing was all she cared about. And the jolts of Chunza's heavy body against the collie were only bringing her off better! "Fuck ... f-f-fuck!"
Her belly tightened, her calves ached. And she came with a scream of hot pleasure. Her ass tucked sharply under just as Chunza hit Prince in the side with his chest. The two dogs went twisting away across the rug, fangs cutting and jabbing. The slick suck of the dog cock pulling from her body made Marion throw her head back and gasp for air. Her pussy closed down on nothing, the velvet walls squeezing in against themselves in a final savage seizure.
"Stop it!" Marion slurred, pushing herself to her feet. She held onto the back of a chair while strings of cum puddled the rug between her spread feet. "Ohhh no ... they're gonna kill each other!"
The collie was faring better this time. He held" his wounded foot high, dancing on the other. But Chunza looked murderous! Marion knew that he could break the collie's neck with one snap of his huge jaws. He was stronger, meaner. She had to stop them. She couldn't have Mrs. Southwick's pet killed in her apartment.
The poker. She picked it up and came down on Chunza's shoulders. He yelped with pain and turned on her. Marion felt the tension of the dog. He stalked her, and there was no mercy in his eyes.
"Chunza ... don't you remember me? Chunza!"
His jaws hung open. His glistening teeth were stained with the collie's blood. The monstrous dog circled, looking for an opening. Marion lifted the poker threateningly. Chunza kept sidestepping, making her turn to keep facing him. She felt so inadequate ... so weak, and still half drunk.
She swung the poker down, missing the dog by a yard. He bounded inside her blow and she felt the hot breath from his mouth as his jaws snapped shut two inches from her wrist. Marion back-pedaled hard, jabbing the iron poker out in front of her to keep the big dog back. Her ass bumped the front door. She could only think of one thing. Escape. The fact that she was naked, that her cunt was dripping cum, was unimportant. She was fighting for her life!
With cummy fingers she got hold of the doorknob and twisted. She slipped backing out into the hall, went down. Her head struck the opposite wall. She jabbed and swung the poker at the leaping Chunza. The sound of steel against bone, the jolt of the poker in her hand told her she'd lucked out.
Chunza screamed and shook his head. A white fang fell out onto the carpet of the hall. Then the big dog tucked tail and fled.
"Chunza! Come back ... Chunza!"
Marion dropped the poker and ran halfway down the hall. Then she was acutely aware of her condition, of the slick curds that were leaking from her pussy, of her nakedness. A door could open at any moment and a neighbor would stick his head out to inquire as to what the hell was going on....
She plunged back into her apartment and slammed the door. She leaned her back against it and panted, trying to get her mind to work.
"What am I going to do? Ohhh nooo ... no! Why did I let it happen?
Maybe she could find him in the building. He wouldn't be able to get out unless someone opened the downstairs door for him. Frantically, Marion dressed. She hardly looked at the wounded, bleeding collie who lay on the carpet by the bathroom. All she knew was that there wasn't enough blood for him to be injured too seriously.
She padded down the stairs barefoot, searching the hallways as she descended. No sign of Chunza. On the ground level she went to the front entrance. There was a spot of smeared blood there and another just outside on the steps. He was free. Someone coming or going had let him out. He was outside roaming somewhere.
A young girl in a bikini swayed by, heading for the apartment pool. A chill ran up Marion's spine. The girl looked so unprotected, so small. She wasn't over fourteen. Chunza could split her body open with his big cock. He would spear her like a grape and when she freaked out he might just finish her off for good measure. The girl joined friends and went out of sight.
"Have to find him ... have to...."
Marion hurried back to her apartment to get shoes and money and car keys. She'd look all over town if she had to. She had to find him before he did something awful ... she had to!
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was lucky that Florence was staying with her. Ronnette knew that if Flo's parents saw the mess their daughter's mind was in, they'd freak for sure. At times Flo was her usual, sweet and innocent self. She talked and acted as if nothing had happened at all. They talked about boys and about getting finger-fucked and even played with the bullet-shaped vibrator sometimes.
Except it was a little weird. Florence liked to get on her hands and knees and let Ronnie push the thing into her pussy. It made Ronnette uncomfortable to do it. There was a tinge of guilt for one thing ... she was not a lezzy and didn't have inclinations in that direction. But what was worse, Ronnie knew that Flo wasn't a lezzy either. She knew only that her friend was reliving the sensations she'd experienced from dogs. She always came on her hands and knees. She growled and snarled like a dog when she had the vibrator inside her seeping pussy.
And sometimes in the night, she'd have dreams that got the hair on Ronnette's neck to standing up. It sounded like Flo was back out at Hank Johnson's place, in the dog pen. And Florence would come in her sleep.
As much as she hoped her friend would come around, the facts said something else. Florence was growing worse all the time. She flipped back and forth between realities. Sometimes she didn't seem to reside in either world, but stared out the window while she moved her lips in recitation of something Ronnette didn't understand.
It was all Ronnie could do to keep the facts from her mother. Thank god her dad had lengthened the business trip he was on. He would have seen the strange light in Florence's blue eyes immediately. It was lucky that her mother was kind of dingy. All she thought about were card parties and charity drives and if Ronnie was keeping her hair washed.
Flo began to pay too much attention to Woody, Ronnie's shepherd. At first Ronnette had been able to keep the animal out of sight. She'd locked Woody in the basement for a week, letting him out twice a day and getting him back in again. But Flo searched him out;.
Then one evening, Ronnette went up to bed and found that Florence had taken the big dog to bed with her. She heard the babbling love talk, went to look. When she pulled back the sheets she saw that Florence's lovely white thighs were firmly clenched around the shepherd's body. She saw too, in the glow of her penlight, that Woody's red cock was sliding in and out of Flo's swollen pussy. Her friend's eyes were glazed with lust. She didn't even recognize Ronnie, or pay any attention to the light in her face.
Ronnette went out of the house in a rage. She walked through the back garden, put her head up against a big tree and sobbed. There was no one to help her. And it was all because of that filthy swine Hank Johnson. She'd kill him. It was as simple as that. Maybe in some weird way that might help Florence. To rid the earth of Hank Johnson and his dogs. But how would she go about it? Ronnie thought immediately of the black gardener.
Nat. She could go to Nat. He had a gun. She'd seen him cleaning it one day in the workshop. She looked up to the apartment above the garage where her folks let the help stay. The light was on, Nat was still up!
Ronnie took the steps two at a time. Her mother thought she was in her bed asleep. Her mother was so out of it. She paused before the closed door. She was trembling. She had to make this good. If Nat knew what she wanted the gun for, he'd never let her borrow it.
The door opened before she could find the nerve to put her hand on the knob.
"Well, well ... I thought I heard somebody coming up the stairs." Nat grinned at her over the corncob pipe he held. The pungent scent of grass wafted to Ronnie's nostrils.
"Hi ... I ... "
"Come in, come in ... nice to have a visitor."
He stepped back and she went in. The room was not brightly lit. There was an oriental rug hanging on the wall and a few books around. Nat went to the refrigerator and got her a beer without asking. He motioned to a chair and sat down on the bed himself.
"I've got a favor to ask," Ronnette said, taking the beer.
It was cold and seemed to give her a little more nerve. Nat had the pipe going again but she waved it off. He took a lungful and chased it with his beer. He kept his eyes closed, holding the smoke deep. Finally he let it out slowly through his nostrils. Ronnie was seeing Nat for the first time. She hadn't realized how sexy he was. She'd always just thought of him as a guy who worked for her parents. He looked at her dreamily.
"Ask that favor before I get too stoned."
"I want to borrow your gun...."
"Nope." He shook his head, put down the pipe. "Man never lends his piece to nobody." He laughed good-naturedly. "That's just one of my cardinal rules, understand."
"Nat ... I really must have something to...." She stopped. She couldn't tell him anything really. She bit her lip. It was coming to her, just how to wrangle what she wanted. She smiled softly and went over to the bed. He had a nice smell about him. She sat close, let her hand rest on his shoulder. "Please, Nat."
He took a long look. "Man, I think you want to get this black man in trouble. Want to borrow my piece, huh? For what?"
"Some of my friends are going target practicing...."
"Bullshit."
"Nat...."
She rested her head against his shoulder. His breathing changed and she could see the lump in his pants tightening the material. Nat looked really big!
"You know damned well you got me in the groove. I been thinking about you up there in your warm little bed for over a year now. You don't think I'm human? Just 'cause I'm a black dude, you don't think I wouldn't jump through your window some night?"
The words thrilled her more than she wanted them to. She had an important mission. She had to get on with it. There wasn't any time for ... Nat slipped an arm around her waist. Then his mouth touched her neck. She trembled.
"Mmmmm...." The soft sound came from her throat and she turned to let him kiss her neck. Her lashes fluttered. She felt the lips of her cunt growing puffy and hot.
"Sweet, long-legged white girl ... goddamn you taste good...!"
"Nat ... can I ... uhhh ... mmmm ... have ... ohhhhh, the gun?"
Nat was kissing a wet line up toward one ear. He found her lobe and nibbled it tenderly. Tiny shock waves made her thighs tighten. She could feel the oily slip of her pussy as it sucked tight against itself. Nat's fingers were rubbing her bare knee. Then he touched the edge of her skirt.
"Mmmmm ... Nat ... I asked you a question. Nat ... don't,. . nooooo!" She writhed on the bed, trying to pull her racing emotions into some kind of order. "Nat ... don't do that ... leave my skirt-"
"Baby, your skin is so soft...."
"Nat ... please ... ohhhhh ... ohhhhh god ... g-g-god!"
He pulled her tightly against him with one arm and she let her slender hands slide over his back. Her fingers played in the nappy curls at the back of his neck. His hand was ... was doing things to her she didn't know about. He was only just letting a finger slip up and down the silken crotch piece of her baby-blue panties. He wasn't touching her cuntlips at all ... just teasing his finger there, pressing in enough to make the hot butter ooze from her slit. She knew her panties were getting damp. And Nat would feel the dampness. She fought to keep her ass still. She was dying to throw her legs apart and thrust her aching mound up against his hand hard!
"Nat ... the ... gun ... I asked you if ... ahhhh!"
His lips covered hers gently. Then his tongue slipped between her teeth. She let it. She let her own tongue touch his. She was gasping for air, her breath whistling through her flared nostrils. And she couldn't hold still any longer.
She squirmed her hips on the bed where they sat. She squirmed them and opened her thighs slightly. Nat's fingers pressed the smooth nylon up between her blossomed pussy. More juice flooded out, drenching the narrow band of satin. She was ashamed that she had no more control than that. But she didn't. Not with Nat kissing her and feeling her and...."Uhnnnn!"
His finger was digging at the elastic band of one leg. He inched under it. He moved so slowly. He was tantalizing her to madness. The other boys she'd been out with couldn't seem to wait to get a finger up in her hole, to shove their tongues into her throat. But Nat ... he was making her whimper for it!
"Nat ... stop now. I feel so funny...."
"You awful wet, baby. You smell like a million."
The finger at her panty crotch moved again and she threw back her head. Her eyes went out of focus. Nat was kissing at her throat again. Ronnette looked down. She saw the brown finger, the hand on her thigh. Nat was pushing closer to her pulsing slit! She couldn't see his fingertip up under the crotch piece of pale blue but she could feel it. She could see the sticky, soaked silk of her panties clinging to his knuckles. Then the finger slipped down her cleft and made a circle around the opening of her pussy.
"Gggghaaaa...!"
"So you want my gun, do you?"
"Y-y-yesss...."
"What for. Tell me what for."
Weakly she shook her head. Nat's finger pushed slowly up into her cunt. She felt it going, going ... he was deep now, digging against the walls of her velvet tube. She wiggled her bottom around in frantic circles. His thumb grazed her clit, brushed it again.
She let him push her back on the bed. Her feet were on the floor and Nat got down on his knees between her legs. The dress ... where was it? Pushed up over her tits. His mouth sucked noisily at her belly button. He tongued its depths until she began to pump her slim hips.
"You don't want me to stop ... might kill you, baby, if I stopped."
She felt his breath against her skin as he inched the elastic down over her abdomen, down until her brown curls were exposed. Then his mouth went down again. He was licking down the hollows of her thigh, then the inner flesh that was so delicately soft.
Ronnette wriggled on the bed, part of her wishing she could escape, the other part yearning for more. Nat's tongue pushed the silken band over to one side. She felt the soft, soppy flesh of her pussy exposed. Then something squishy and hot and tickly covered her blossomed parts.
" 'Nat ... ohhhhh I can't breathe ... I'm dying...."
The sound of his belt buckle coming loose. He was undoing the buttons down one side of her skirt, laying it open.
Nat took her hand, pulled it down toward his crotch. When her fingers felt the hot, stiff shaft she jumped, peered down over her belly with shocked eyes.
"Ohhhh god ... ohhhhh nooooo ... Nat ... you can't put that ... Nnnnn!"
It was the biggest thing she'd ever felt! It was a dusky brown, brown at the tip too. That tip! It flared out at least a quarter inch from the rest of his shaft. And the whole thing was so hot! Nat forced her fingers to curl around it. She held him there, trembling.
"You put it in," he whispered, holding the crotch of her panties to one side.
She felt the stretch of it against her thigh, felt the stretched satin. She tried to shake her head but Nat was leaning forward, lowering his body over hers, bringing his hips between her thighs.
"Noooo ... ohhhh god no! Help...."
But she was guiding the hot, brown thing against her parted cuntlips. She felt the tip push the petals flat and then slide into the vortex of her hole. She wiggled. She gasped for air. The thing slid a little, pushed the circle of muscles apart. A thrill coursed up her thighs and she felt the circle close down again, swathing the brown head with slick butter.
Ronnette was rigid again, holding her breath. She could feel every beat of her heart. She could hear the blood in her ears. She could feel the soft slip of Nat's prick as it once again forced the muscles back. Then the head slipped past them. There was a sharp little ache as her pussy's mouth was opened further than it had ever been opened before!
"Nnnnnn ... nnnnnn ... uhhhnnnn!"
Her hand slipped back on the shaft, back until she touched his hot ball sac. Nat grunted and ground his hips around. His cock was inside her a couple of inches but he drew it slowly back. The ring of muscles snapped over the flared ridge and rode down the smooth dome of the tip end. Ronnie gave a whimper of lust and tried to wiggle her pussy over it again. But Nat took it away.
"Please ... please, Nat...."
"What you crying for, white girl?"
He laughed and kissed her ear. The hot rub of his tongue made her shudder. No one had ever kissed her ear like Nat was doing now.
"Ohhh ... please, Nat, please ... do it!"
"What you want me to do?"
"Fuck me!"
There, she'd said it. He'd made her say it. But she was too fevered to care. She bobbed her trim ass, widened her thighs to him. The hot, black cock touched her again.
"Mmmmm ... now ... do it now! Ohhhhh Nat ... I ... I...!"
This time the muscular ring opened easier. She felt every inch of his cock sliding in. She felt her opening tighten down around the shaft behind his barb. She rocked her hips carefully, not wanting to hurt herself. She was panting like crazy. Her nails cut into the backs of his brown shoulders.
"I don't want to hurt you! Damn you are a tight little nymph!"
Her bottom jumped convulsively. She felt the tickle building ... building. It was happening too fast. She'd never gotten so excited so quickly in her life. She hadn't even been able to get herself so hot with the vibrator. And then she grunted like a little pig and pumped out her first come against half of Nat's long, brown cock.
"Already!" he laughed. "Ronnie, you are 'bout the fastest little comer I ever saw!"
"Hnnnn ... huhnnnnnnn ... ohh ... ohhhhh...."
She let her head flop back and forth as Nat kissed her neck and cheeks and the soft places around her eyes. He still wasn't fucking her deeply. But her little cunt was stretched so tightly around his shaft! It felt glorious! It felt like she was skewered tightly with something hot and big and throbbing! She pumped her bottom around on the mattress, trying to push herself down on the lovely, stiff thing.
"How about another one?" Nat whispered into her hear.
His hand was slipping down her belly. She felt him dig under the pan tie silk, stretching more of it out of the way. His finger brushed her clit lightly. She bucked and whimpered with the sharp sensation. Nat squeezed the tiny inner lips together and worked them around. It seemed to draw the flesh tight around her clit's hood. The little finger rose again and she felt it fill with blood. She bit at Nat's shoulder and sobbed with lust.
"More ... please, Nat?"
"Wha's that? You want more?"
"Ohhhhh yesss ... I'll die if you don't ... ohhhh Nat ... don't tease me!"
He stiffened his ass muscles. She felt them go hard. Then he was pressing up and under. The slip of his cockhead through her sucking folds made her babble incoherently.
She was really too small for a cock like that. But she was fucked. She was thoroughly, finally fucked! And her second come was hanging ... ready to begin if she would let it.
"Stop ... s-s-stop please, Nat, please!"
Nat held himself very still. She could feel everything. She could feel the blood pounding through his shaft. The head bulged with each beat of the man's heart. He was so strong! So warm against her. She hadn't even been aware of him opening the front of her shirt, but it was open, his chest flattening her small, taut breasts. Her brown nipples jutting into his brown flesh.
"You're wonderful," she gasped, squeezing her arms tight, pressing her sharp nails into the meat of his ass. "I didn't know ... I just didn't realize...."
"What are your folks gonna say if they find out?" he said in his easy, cool manner.
"I don't care! I want to live with you! Oh god, how I want to!"
Nat moved his cock deeper into her pussy. She gave a cry of excitement, wished she weren't so close to coming. She wanted to make it last.
"This is getting dangerous," Nat said. "I don't want to make us a baby yet, you dig?"
"I guess I didn't even care! I'm completely out of my head." She pulled his mouth down against her lips until his teeth hurt her.
"Noooo," she moaned.
He was pulling his cock out. Her aching cunt sucked hungrily at the ridged, hot head. She lurched her body, trying to capture the shaft inside her cunt once again.
When she pushed herself up on elbows, Nat was peeling the foil from a rubber. She worked her hips up and down, watched the slick butter pour out onto the bed. She reached out to caress his brown prick. It was slick with juice, hot to the touch. She worked the skin of the shaft and breathed hard.
"Watch out now ... I'm an inch away from coming all over everything, baby!" He put the translucent membrane over the head of his cock. rWith frantic fingers, Ronnette rolled it down over the flared spongy tip and down to his balls.
She was so eager to get her body over that beautiful prick again that she scooted up to the edge of the mattress, grabbing Nat's shaft with both hands as she struggled to let herself down on it.
"Watch out, baby, we're gonna fall off the bed!"
And they did. Ronnie found herself on the rug on her back, Nat fucking the lips of her cunt apart. She threw her legs into the air and scissored her ankles behind the small of his back. He thrust and stabbed and rammed. Her ass bumped wildly against the floor. She moaned and cried, licking at his face and neck.
"Nowwww ... yesssss! Ohhh Nat ... ohhh shit!"
He had her frantic ass in his big hands. She felt his fingers digging into the flesh of each cheek, massaging and loving her. She felt his cock pressing out her belly. She put a shaking hand down, slid it below her navel. There he was! That huge head made a lump slide up her insides. She could feel it against her palm!
Nat was fucking faster now. He hooked fingers over the outward swell of her hips so he could go as deep as her pussy would let him. And it was letting him go very, very deep! She was stretched with his power, swollen with his hot love!
"Ohhhmmmm ... god ... damn ... fuck...!"
"Yeah, baby ... you good ... real good...." He grunted and fucked hard.
She grabbed down between their sweating bodies, dug her sharp nails into his ball sac. Nat stiffened and quivered as if he'd been stabbed. She felt something throbbing up inside him. It pulsed just behind his balls. She pushed fingers against the lump.
"What's that?" she gasped, wanting to hear his feverish words in her ear.
"You got it all, baby...!" Nat growled, and speared her. "You got it all!"
Ronnette was coming. The flashes of pleasure scorched her breasts, brought fire to her clit. She touched the underside of Nat's cock shaft. The small tube that ran up its length was swelling and contracting and she could feel the thick cream on its way to the tip. She felt the elastic doughnut of the rubber forced out with every surge of seed that passed. She growled too and wiggled her hips.
Nat's cock gouged the walls of her tube. Her pussy spasmed tighter around him, the ring of muscles milking the hot cum down into the end of the bulging rubber.
"Ohhh ... I'm coming ... coming...!" She pumped and squirmed, tightening her scissor hold around his waist. "It itches like crazy ... tickles ... huuhhhnnn ... mmm ... woooo ... honey, honey ... hurt me a little ... please, Nat!"
Nat bit her neck and shoulder and fucked deeper yet. His balls were shoved against the plump bottoms of her asscheeks. She held on for dear life, coming ... coming ... coming. Her clit rubbed its tip against his shaft. It had lengthened and grown full with blood. It jutted up out of its protective hood and every movement of the black man's body sent spasms of pleasure through every nerve ending on its surface.
They kissed and babbled together, making love slower. Their bodies were sticky with sweat and juice and spit. After a while, Nat pulled his wilting cock from her body and carried Ronnie to the bed. They lay on their sides smiling at each other. She held his cock in her hand, looking at the sagging, jizz-filled tip of the rubber.
"Now what's all this bullshit about wanting my gun?" Nat said finally.
It was all on the line. And Ronnie decided to pour it all out. She started at the beginning, the swim at the old mill pond. The big tawny dog fucking Florence. When she got to some parts of the story she had to look away from Nat's eyes. She was flushed with embarrassment. But she didn't leave a thing out. Even the part where one of the hermit's dogs had fucked her and then Hank Johnson himself had almost taken a turn.
"You can see why we couldn't go to the police!" She bit a nail. "Poor Flo is already on the line. If a story like that got spread around town, she might really freak out for good!"
"But you don't want to be going out there with no gun, honey." Nat shook his head.
"It was all there was left to do!" Ronnie sobbed. "He's crazy. He's some kind of monster. He just put Flo in a cage with all those dogs when she wandered out to his place."
Nat got up from the bed. Ronnie's shoulders trembled as she watched him skin the tight rubber off and knot it carefully. He smiled at her.
"Here, play with this while I get dressed."
She let the hot rubber roll around in her palms. The milky cum inside fascinated her. She wondered how it would taste. She pressed the still-damp rubber against her cheek. Then she looked up at Nat. He was putting on a jean jacket, buckling his pants. He opened a drawer and slipped a small, black automatic in his pocket. Ronnette blinked.
"I thought you said no guns."
"I'll take care of the gun. That way nobody'll be fool enough to go shooting it off."
Ronnie laughed, went over to hug him.
"You stay here now."
"Let me go! I know just how to get down to the house without being seen."
Nat shook his head. "I'm just going to have a talk with this Hank fellow. No need of you being around."
"Please, Nat. It would be dumb for me to stay here. I want to confront him too."
Nat frowned. "Well, okay. But you stay with me. Do what I tell you."
She kissed him on the mouth, then grabbed her clothes and started squirming into them. In thirty minutes they were heading out of town on the highway west. Ronnette clung to Nat's bicep. She felt warm and loved and safe. Even going out to Hank Johnson's she felt safe. Nat was cool. She felt a sure, even power in him. Everything was going to be all right. She just knew it would.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Marion had never been so embarrassed in her life. She'd finally thought it best to report her missing dog to the police. They had men on the streets. They'd have a better chance of spotting him. But when she told the desk sergeant, he gave her a funny look.
"That wouldn't be one of Hank Johnson's dogs would it?"
"Why yes. Does it matter?"
The cop laughed suggestively and winked at another policeman nearby. "Well, I suppose it matters a lot to you." Marion blushed. Another cop came over to join the fun. His smile said he knew why she wanted her runaway dog back.
"Old Hank's dogs sure are pleasing to have around, now aren't they?" All three of the cops laughed. The skinny one looked Marion up and down. "You offering a reward?"
"I only thought ... I mean...." She stopped, looked down at her hands. She felt naked before their lude stares. The skinny one elbowed his buddy, jerked his head.
"Hank sure is a good old boy, ain't he? Only sells his animals to real dog lovers."
Marion whirled and stalked out of the station house. She heard the laughter at her back, heard it through the door as she hurried down the stairs. She got in her VW and drove out of town on the west highway. She was mortified. So the town cops were buddy buddy with Mr. Johnson. That was how he operated his kennels without a license. That explained some of his arrogance too.
She was fuming by the time she turned up the lane to the old mill. Evening was coming on by the time she got to the fallen tree and had to get out and walk. Hank Johnson took his time opening the door. She was still pounding when he swung it back and glared down at her from under bushy, black eyebrows.
"What the hell you want, lady?"
"Don't you even remember me? I bought a dog from you for two hundred dollars."
"Yeah, you still owe me, right? You come to pay?"
"No. I came to tell you the dog ran away. You've got to help me find it!"
A thick-lipped mouth moved inside the black beard. "I don't have to help you do anything."
Marion couldn't think of what to say next. She clasped her hands to keep them from shaking. The big man was looking her up and down. She was frantic, she would try anything to get her dog back.
"Come inside," Hank Johnson said.
* * *
It was dark when she was aware of being pulled along the path that led to the dog pens. The bearded giant's arm was around her waist and he clasped her wrist in a vise-like grip. Her legs were wobbly. She hadn't even remembered coming out of the house. How had it happened? The tea he'd offered her? Marion's mind swam with possibilities. She seemed so cloudy, so vague. It was hard even to focus on the ground in front of her feet. When she tripped, Hank held her easily from sprawling on the ground. She realized that he was actually carrying her down the path.
"What happened ... did I faint?"
The pen gate opened and she and Hank went inside. She clung to the steel webbing of the fence, watching him lock it behind them. The dogs came then. She was so thick-headed! They were milling around her legs. One had his nose up under her dress. She felt him bump her mound. What was going on? What was Hank doing?
He put an arm under her arms and she fell against his chest. His smell was musky and male and it excited her. But she didn't dig men. Wasn't that a part of her philosophy?
"Hank ... I feel so weak."
"The dogs want you," he mumbled.
Everything came out of his mouth all jumbled up. Or was it being jumbled in her head? She pressed her breasts against him. Her cunt was drenched already. The dogs barked and milled. Hank pushed her down over a low bench.
The dogs were really excited now. A big, reddish-brown one with a huge head jolted the smaller aside when Hank pulled her arms over the front of the bench and began to wrap leather thongs around each wrist.
"Why are you tying me up?"
It was funny, but there was no fear in her. That stuff in the tea ... so weird. The straps felt good. Hank pulled them under the bench and looped her ankles. The big dog tried to mount her back but the man shouldered him away roughly. The dog protested and began to circle Hank, baring his fangs and growling evilly. Hank paid him no" mind. The dog was getting in close. Even through the drug she'd been given, Marion felt a prickle of fear. The straps were jerked tight on her ankles. She was bound ankles to wrists.
"Ohhhhh...."
Hank was pulling her panties down her thighs. He pulled them down only far enough to bare her ass and pussy. Then she felt something being smoothed between her thighs, something greasy. The big man's fingers pried between the lips of her cunt, spreading the oil around thoroughly, working it deep into her flesh.
"Uhnnnn...." She couldn't keep still. She moved her bottom up and down against the poke of his fingers in her slit. It was good ... too good. "Ohhhhh, god!"
The big dog was still circling and growling at his master. He came in close again, pawed at Marion's ass. She felt the slide of his claws along her flesh. There was a snarling and a thumping sound and the dog rolled away. She could make out Hank's balled fist. The dog didn't hesitate. He attacked. She heard them go down in the dirt of the pen, heard the wild yipping of the other dogs as they circled the fray.
A shard of consciousness seeped into her mind. She felt for a second that she knew what was happening, that she understood! The reality she created at that moment was as true as any other she could come up with. Hank Johnson was a madman. Or maybe a dog in disguise. He thought like a dog anyway! He dressed like one ... in fur! He even growled like one!
There was a yelp and the big dog went reeling through the dust, favoring one paw. But at that moment she felt another mount her. His red cock brushed one greased asscheek. She was so oily back there! So slick and hot! The dog's cock missed twice. The third time he rammed, she felt her tube filling suddenly. She winced from the unexpected sensation, tried to jerk her bottom away. The leather thongs squeaked tight around wrists and ankles and the hurt of them sinking into her flesh made a strange thrill run over her flesh.
"Ohhhh god ... ohhh!"
The dog's cock sunk to the hilt in her steamy pussy. She writhed as he fucked hard, fucked her in rapid bursts of energy. And the drug was wearing off ... she blinked and sucked in fresh air.
"Nooooo! Ohhhh ... uhn ... uhn ... uhn ... "
The friction was too intense to ignore. The sliding of that hot cock through her greased cuntlips. She felt them blossom open to let the animal's prick in deeper. His belly bumped her ass. His paws raked her shoulders. He was nuzzling through her hair, searching for her neck with his sharp teeth.
"Uhnnnnn!"
Reality was beginning to seep through the dulled layers of her mind. She was at Hank Johnson's place. She was tied over a funny kind of bench, tied with leather thongs that hurt her! Her panties were twisted around her knees, her knees on the ground. There was an animal between the lips of her pussy! He was fucking her right there in front of the man who'd sold her a dog not a week before! Her secret was out. Or had it ever been a secret at all?
"I'll ... tell ... the police," she babbled.
Hank Johnson laughed. She saw him coming back across the cage from having beaten the big, reddish-brown dog. He opened the front of his pants. He wore no underwear. Marion closed her eyes when she saw what hung between his legs.
"Noooo! Don't hurt me! Please don't!"
The dog who'd mounted her was jabbing and barking. He was trying to finish before his master knocked him sprawling in the dirt. Marion felt the thrust and stab of his cock. It wasn't as big a cock as Chunza had. Her Chunza! Where was he now?
There was a thump and the dog whined. She felt the hardness jerk out of her clasping pussy just as the dog came. Flecks of hot cum spattered her asscheeks and the backs of her thighs.
Hank Johnson's big hands rubbed the hot cum in with the grease he'd applied. He made a sound in his throat she couldn't grasp. Half a word, half a dog moan. His fingers dug into the meat of her pussy. Holding her swollen, cum-stained mound, he shook it. Marion babbled in pain. The bearded man laughed. She felt his chest against her back. He held her thighs with his big fingers, held them apart.
Marion began to sob. She was getting free of the drug now. She was more scared than she'd ever been in her life. And a crazy excitement seemed to edge that fear. This dog-man! He was like some throwback, some primitive being. He was so big, so strong! She gagged on her own tears, jerked against the leather thongs.
Hank was pushing something up against her clit. He was rubbing something slick and hot and smooth back and forth over the tingling finger of flesh that swam in its mushy butter. Stormy thrills made her ass muscles contract. She pointed her toes in the dirt. One of the smaller dogs sneaked forward and began to lick her toes. He shoved his tongue between each one, tickled her sole and lovingly -edged his teeth around her ankle.
The black-bearded dog-man didn't seem to notice, or care. He was making funny, animal sounds in his throat, pushing his cockhead back and forth over her clit. She could feel the ridged top of the glans.
"You ... you'll kill me if you try to p-p-put that thing in...."
Hank Johnson's teeth sank into her shoulder! She could feel his beard and his hot breath and she arched her back and flopped her head around wildly. His teeth cut to the point of breaking the skin. Slowly, teasingly, his cockhead was inching up toward her hole!
"Gggggghhhhhaaaaa!" she moaned, every muscle tensed.
The exquisite sensation of being helpless to the monster's lust washed over her. She was breathless. Her pussy worked convulsively. She could feel the feather-soft folds opening and closing. Her cunt felt hungry, empty. Then Hank Johnson's cock-head pressed up and in. She knew she was screaming but her fear blotted out the sound. She opened her mouth again, but Hank gave a savage lunge and the scream became a choking gasp.
"I'm dead! Ohhhhh noooo!"
Every muscle in her ass jerked and stretched. The penetrating tip of Hank Johnson's cock forced small organs out of the way. She felt everything in her belly being rearranged as the monster shaft slid deeper. Then he drew it back and her insides seemed to be yanked from her trembling body.
There was a thump, Hank Johnson's cock slipped from her body and they fell sideways off the bench. She could see two huge figures fighting in the dim light from the moon. Hank battled the brownish-red dog from his knees. She heard snapping teeth, heard a fist find its way to the dog's chest. Dust was kicked into her face. She yanked the thongs from under the legs of the bench and tried to stand. They were just long enough to let her limp toward the closed gate. Maybe she could climb it! Her mind swirled as she hobbled to the high, wire fence.
Another sharp whine. She put toes through the cage, clung as high as she could reach with the cutting thongs binding her wrists. Hank Johnson caught her like that. He took her from behind as she hung from the cold wire web. He shoved his cock up between the dripping softness of her ravaged cunt and straightened his knees suddenly.
"Oooooo!" Her fingers loosened on the fencing, but she fought to cling there. Her soft breasts were pressed against the cold wire, the nipples poking through the holes of the mesh. Her belly too. She squirmed between the fence and Hank's gorilla-like body as he held her cuntlips apart with rough fingers and forced his shaft up into her pussy!
She grunted with fear and excitement. She couldn't ignore the tickling burn between her thighs. A glow spread outward over her twitching asscheeks. She felt the rough fur of the big man against her nakedness. Was it his own hair, or the hair of a dog? Or was it all the same, really? Marion thought she was going mad for sure.
He fucked with strong jerky movements, shoving her harder against the fence. Her feet dangled free. The thongs! Hank had loosened or cut them! She felt the blood returning to her extremities. But she was still trapped. Her toes scraped the dust below as her legs swung back and forth from the force of the huge man's rape. The fence squeaked as he shoved her harder against it. Marion closed her eyes. Her fingers ached where she clung to the mesh above her head. Hank was working his hips around in slow circles, trying to get more of his bulging shaft into her body. It would never fit, Marion was sure of that. She would die, hanging from the fence like a side of beef.
"Ohhhhh ... s-s-stop ... it's murder," she groaned.
But the bearded giant circled her waist with his hands and her whole body quivered as he rammed his cock tip against her womb's mouth. The touch of something so deep within her cunt made Marion twitch and wiggle. No matter how frightened she was, the rolling waves of excitement were building. It would be the last come of her life. And then Hank Johnson would tear out her pussy. He would snag it on his huge barb and rip it from her body.
"Ohhh," she moaned, pumping her ass back against him. The steel fence raked her nipples and belly. She drooled on herself, crying with feverish lust. Then she heard the snarling. Dogs all around! Dogs snapping and hitting the back of her captor.
Marion screamed when Hank's huge cock was pulled from her body. She had been starting to come. Even now she could feel the trembling pulses tickling around her clit. She worked her ass to keep them going, but something else got her attention. There was a terrible battle going on. Hank was no longer pushing her against the fence. She clung there for support, turning to watch. That's when she saw the smears of blood on Hank's back.
So many dogs! More than she'd thought were in the pen. They circled him with fangs bared. Their saliva glinted in the moonlight. He fought away two of them while four more sank teeth into his legs. He went down in a swirling, kicking cloud of dust. The dogs covered him. He screamed an unearthly scream.
Marion covered her ears. She was breathing hard, could hardly walk because of her throbbing, itching cunt. But she managed to crawl to where Hank Johnson's pants were. She clawed the keys out of a pocket and crawled toward the gate. The dogs covered the man. He screamed again and she saw a medium-sized mongrel go flipping, his leg broken. She thought she could hear flesh being torn but quickly shoved it out of her mind. She would go mad if she thought about it. And the dogs might turn on her at any moment. Panicked, she turned the key, threw the padlock to the ground. She didn't notice the animal behind her until she was outside the enclosure.
"Ohhhh!"
The brownish-red dog had slipped out behind her. She shoved the gate closed, found the lock in the dirt and clicked it shut. Then she turned. The big dog stood holding one front paw up. There were patches of matted fur across his back. Marion tried to act cool. She took a step up the path toward the house. The dog blocked her way. He didn't growl. But he was there. She moved around him and began to run. He loped along behind. She was doing fine until she got to the porch. Then the animal's fangs cut into her ankle and he dragged her down. She crawled sobbing toward the door of Hank's house.
If only she could get inside! If only she could find a gun or weapon....
"Uhnnnnn!"
It had happened so quickly that she fell across the top step to the porch. The brown dog caught her neck in his jaws and jabbed his cock into her pussy.
Marion went limp. She knew what was happening to Hank back in the pen. The dogs had tasted blood. Maybe this one wanted to taste hers ... or was he merely collecting the spoils of the battle. Excitement burst through her like a skyrocket. Yes, that was it! He had won her. He wanted to have her now!
She made a cooing sound and ran her hand back under his belly. She fondled his balls, then squeezed them tightly. The dog quit fucking against her soppy pussy. He whimpered and let his teeth slide away from her neck. Then he licked her back and shoulders. She turned very slowly, began to pet him and nuzzle her mouth against his fur. The dog understood.
"Come on, boy ... come on...."
She moved carefully, not wanting to surprise him in any way. The dog nosed the tangle of her panties that were twisted around one ankle. Marion opened the door and led the dog inside. All her fears had been left back in the pen. Her body pulsed with fever. She sucked air through her nose, fondled the dog's balls and cock. On the big bear rug in front of the fireplace she eased him onto his back. He was playful now, as if he expected his reward.
Marion was eager to give it to him. She licked her lips and straddled the animal's slender body. His shaft was already half exposed, and when she massaged it, the barbed head swelled hugely. The shaft was thickening in her palm. It was hot and slick and pretty. Marion giggled. She worked her bottom back over it, felt the tip slide along her blossomed slit.
"Mmmmmm! Good doggie ... nice doggie!"
The big animal licked her face and she turned to let him have her neck too. He grunted as she found her hole and then widened her knees to lower herself over him. The tip sank easily into the musky heat of her pussy. She wiggled and swathed his tender cock with her velvety folds. Her matted cunt hair rubbed the sides of the dog's cock as she skewered herself on his stiffness. The animal seemed to like the tickle of her kinky hair. Marion considered that dogs didn't have anything like that. Their hair was the same all over their bodies. She worked her hips from side to side. Hot butter trickled out over the dog's raw meat.
He whimpered and began to pump his haunches. It was wild to find herself on top of a dog ... fucking him. Her clit came into contact with his sheath that way. The short, sharp hairs tickled and gouged its tenderness. She gasped and wiggled her dripping cuntlips down against him. She held his head in her hands. He was licking her, working his ass like crazy as his barbed tip slipped deeper into the exquisite softness of her steamy cunt.
"Uhnnn ... ohhhh yessss...!"
It was funny that she hadn't thought of this before! To fuck the dog herself. She rolled onto her side and took the dog's slender belly between her thighs, holding him carefully by the ass so that his cock stayed deep.
"Mmmmmm ... soooo good ... sooooo hot!"
He whined affectionately at her words. He gave her quick little jabs, each thrust of his cock pulling the flesh around her clit tight. She felt the sparkles of pleasure raging through her nerves. The slippery suck of their joined bodies was the prettiest thing she had ever heard. She bit the dog's ear, breathed hotly into it. He let his teeth tease against her shoulder and neck. He was moving rapidly now, his cock getting deep. She could feel the barb expanding. His fever was high, he was going to plant his seed soon!
For the first time ever, Marion found herself thinking of the dog's pleasure. He had fought for her in the dog pen and won. She wanted to reward him. And she would. She reached down to take his spongy eggs in her palm. The slick things slipped around between her fingers.
Moving his balls like that, she brought her ass slowly up ... up until only the flared tip of the dog's cock was inside her body. Then she concentrated on the muscles around the beginning of her pussy. Gently she cinched them down. She watched the dog closely as her soft surfaces swathed his cockhead. The animal's head lolled to one side, his eyes seemed glazed. She worked her ass around, relaxing the muscles of her tube. A fresh flood of sex butter poured out of her body and leaked down the raw cock meat in steamy rivulets. She massaged the musky juice into her dog's balls. Again she closed her cunt down around the flared prick.
The dog whined and bucked his ass, trying to shove deep. But Marion held him firmly by the balls. He could move only an inch or two, and when he tried to get deeper, she teased her body up and away.
Her thighs were trembling from the tension. The dog's cockhead throbbed hugely just inside the circular clench of her pussy. Then she could stand it no longer. Marion thrust her body down quickly. The cockhead pressed the mouth of her womb open and fountained hot jizz.
She came, squeezing the dog's ass up against her with her heels. She had locked her ankles behind his jerking, spasming haunches and forced him as deep as he could possibly reach. Then with the soft bunch of his balls against her ass and her clit raking the edge of his furred sheath, she ground the raging storm of her pussy into an inferno.
Marion traced fluttering fingers around the place she was skewered. Seeping curds of dog cum dribbled over her knuckles. She could feel the pounding convulsions of his glands as they emptied. The dog's chest heaved with the effort of fucking. Then it was hurting him and he jerked free from her clutches and limped weakly across the room.
He plopped down and gave her a tilted look. Marion thought she could see respect in his eyes.
She staggered up, found a blanket to wrap around her body. Then she went to the back door. It was quiet down at the pens. She could see shadows moving to and fro in the enclosure. She thought she saw something else too. Something sprawled in the center of the big cage, something that the dogs were working at with their mouths. She turned quickly away, went to the front door.
"You want to go home with me?" she said to the big dog.
He yipped and staggered up. When he limped over to her she scratched him behind the ears and then went out of the house. He followed at her heels as she made her way toward her car. She stayed in the soft dirt at the edge of the lane. Her shoes had been lost, so had her dress. And during her last wild tussle with the dog, she'd even lost her panties. But she didn't care about anything now except the dog at her side.
When she got to the VW she let her new pet into the back seat and got the engine started. It was dark, but she left her lights off until she'd reached the highway. Then she flicked them on and headed toward town, the blanket draped over her shoulders and breasts.
"Good boy," she cooed, scratching the big head that thrust over the back of the seat.
Marion smiled. She'd have to figure out a name for him. Something sexy. She drove along humming to herself, trying to think of a name.
CHAPTER NINE
Ronnette clung to Nat's shoulders as the red lights flashing behind them seemed to fill the interior of the Chrysler. Nat watched his mirror and eased the big car onto the shoulder. The patrol car screamed by, siren slicing through the darkness. Nat waited until it had made the next corner and had swung out of sight before starting up again.
"Man, I thought that dude was after me!"
He gave Ronnie's arm a squeeze as the car picked up speed. Even his slightest touch thrilled her. Though she'd been fucked less than an hour before, she was dying to get that big, brown cock in her hands.
They hadn't gone another mile when another highway patrolman came up from the rear, siren squealing, red lights going wild.
"Motherfucker! There must be some sonofa-bitch of a wreck up there!"
Nat let that one by and slowed his speed up the canyon. Ahead Ronnie could see the patrol cars slamming around the corners, red lights splashing strange patterns against the cliffs that -edged the highway.
"I have a funny feeling," she said. She wasn't really sure what it was.
"I do too. Coincidence maybe."
Nat hugged her close as they drove. Then they were getting close to the lane which led up to Hank Johnson's place. Ronnie saw the policeman walking around his car before Nat did. As they drew closer, another patrol car kicked gravel and sped up the rutted road and out of sight.
"I'm gonna see what's goin' on," Nat said, braking the Chrysler.
"Don't stop!" Ronnie gasped. "They'll ... know!"
"What do some dumb jive-ass cops know? Hell, I'm just out driving around and see the action and get curious." He pointed across the highway. "Look, there's another car pulling off on that side."
Ronnie sat trembling in the car while Nat sauntered up to the cop standing by the patrol car. The cop nodded, said something. She could see Nat's coolness. He gestured and smiled. The cop shrugged, said something else. Then he slid into his patrol car and picked up the mike. Nat smiled and waved back at her. Ronnie hugged her shoulders, wondering what could possibly be happening. No one lived up that road except Hank Johnson. Had they found him with some teenage girl ... someone who'd gotten into the same fix as Florence?
The patrolman had gotten out of his car and was talking to Nat again. Then Nat came back and slid into the seat. He looked at her, looked straight ahead.
"Man, oh man! You can't believe all that!"
"Tell me!"
"Well it seems like some big dog got crazy in town today. Went after a bunch of Girl Scouts over at the municipal swimming pool. Cops had to shoot him. Big dog he was ... and they knew who he belonged to it seems. So they brung him on out here to this Hank Johnson...." Nat shook his head slowly.
"Come on ... tell me what's going on!" Ronnie held her breath.
"They found the poor fucker in the pen with his dogs. Seems like they done et him all up." Nat chuckled dryly. "Guess he don't feed 'em enough."
Ronnie buried her face in her hands.
"Wasn't no one else around," Nat continued. "Cop said they found some women's clothing all tore up but there'll be no way of tracing it.
"Oh Nat, let's get out of here."
"Your place or mine?" He was grinning at her, touching her face.
Ronnie laughed. "They're both the same place from now on, aren't they?"
As they headed toward town, Ronnette rested her head on Nat's shoulder. "You know, I don't think I could have done anything to that awful man if it had really come down to it. And I wouldn't have wanted you to do anything either."
"Yeah, revenge is really kinda sick I guess."
"Now I only hope Flo will be okay."
"She's young. She'll come around. I'll keep j Woody up in my room for a week or so and you can talk to her." Nat rubbed his chin. "Yeah, she'll come around."
Ronnette held her breath for a moment, let it out slowly.
"You're going to keep Woody up in your room?"
Nat grinned. "Sure. Any objections?"
"Well ... no ... I...." She found Turn looking at her with mischief in his eyes. "Ohhhh you!"
"I was kinda curious as to how a girl went about gettin' it on with a dog."
Ronnette blushed and dropped her eyes. It was funny how Nat's kidding had aroused her. She still didn't understand herself much. She played with the image of Woody licking her while Nat watched. Her pussy began to dampen the silken crotch piece of her panties.
"Hey, you're shaking." Nat made her look up at him.
"You just watch the road," she scolded.
And as Nat eased the Chrysler back into town, Ronnette let her thin fingers search out the lump in his pants. It was easy getting his zipper down.
But the surprise came when Nat stopped at a light and didn't start off again when it turned green. Then she felt the hot cum frothing out over her clasping fingers.
"Ohhhhhh ... I didn't know...." She bit her lip.
"You know plenty," Nat breathed, pulling her willow body against him.
And Ronnie sighed and smiled against his neck as she milked the slick cum from his balls.
