Nancy Granger slapped back at the whining German shepherd, moving toward the sofa. What was wrong with that damned dog anyway? He'd been following her around the house for the past few days, sniffing up her legs, rubbing against her calves. All dogs did something like that at one time or another. That was just their way. But this... this was too much.
She had been standing in front of her picture window staring at the sunset when Shep grabbed her, actually grabbed her with his forelegs and started climbing up! For a second Nancy felt something like panic rush through her mind and body. Her heart contracted with fear as she wheeled around and slapped down at the animal.
"No!" she said, pointing a warning finger at the whining dog and narrowed her eyes.
Shep tucked his bushy tail between his hind legs and backed off, his dark brown eyes rolled up while the whimpering continued.
Damned dog! Nancy thought, shooting a last warning glance before returning to her thoughts. And what terrible thoughts they were! Her daughter Diane wasn't home yet from the movies. Glancing at the clock over the fireplace, Nancy saw it was nearly ten-thirty. She knew she shouldn't worry about her daughter. The girl was certainly mature enough to understand responsibility. She knew about good and bad, what a "good" girl did and didn't do on a date.
If only Nancy could make those distinctions herself! Good, bad, what were they! Her mother had told her all sorts of things to keep her in line--told her about bad girls, and what happened to them. How the woman grated on her even now when she remembered that awful, warning, frowning face her mother had had whenever she went out on a date! That face followed her wherever she went--on dates, into her mediocre marriage, even into her divorce. And now mother was living here, just a few feet above her head, sleeping under her sheets and haunting her shallow life.
And her life had been completely lonely ever since Doug had walked out on her. In a way, Nancy couldn't blame him. Her mother, Velma, had interfered in everything--their sex life, and particularly their financial life. She had given them this semi-mansion to live in and demanded obedience as payment.
How Nancy hated that, hated it with all her heart and soul. And when Velma became ill and had to confine herself to bed, things got worse. The demands and orders issued from her room flew thicker than bills through congress. In the end Doug had simply packed, turned his back on his wife and daughter, and walked.
"Why can't I... can't I go out?" Nancy wondered out loud, folding her arms over her tits and strolling back to the picture window.
She saw a few couples beyond the trees walking casually toward the park. They looked so happy. How she envied them! Bitterly Nancy thought of the few happy months she'd spent with Doug! How she used to love his touch. And then when they became more intimate... Those memories mocked her bitterly now as she stood gazing out into the darkening evening. Alone! That's what she was now.
Of course there were lots of single's bars in town. And Hollywood wasn't that far away from Beverly Hills. She could easily slip into the Mercedes and chug away. Velma wouldn't be the wiser, especially after nine when the sedatives took hold. Still there was the thought of who she would land.
Nancy wasn't blind. She knew she was attractive thirty-five but still with the firm body of a teenager. Her tits were still remarkably firm and high-riding, the nipples long and red while her blonde hair hung sexily around her shoulders, curling around her throat. Men stared at her wherever she went, eyeing her ass and her long lithe legs, wanting her. She could feel their stares and it excited her.
But that hot, tight, itchy feeling between her legs had been growing worse and worse as the years stretched on. Attacks of hominess, that's all they were. But how nearly overpowering they were!
Vodka! That was her only release. Sighing, feeling the silken rub of her cuntlips as she moved across the living room, Nancy went to the bar and poured herself a straight vodka, tilting the glass and feeling the cool liquor caress her lips. How good it felt burning its way down to her belly! Soon there would be a second drink and a third. The pain of her frustration would melt away in the comforting glow of vodka.
Then Nancy wouldn't think of Doug, wouldn't think of the way he would hold her, rub her tits with his hand while his cock was brushing over her clit! Ohh, even now, now while she stood alone in that damned house with the dog whimpering near her feet, she could feel his hands touching all parts of her body. As much a bastard as he turned out to be, that man could fuck!
Nancy groaned, closing her eyes, her face becoming red and pinched as a particularly powerful spasm passed through her crotch. Holding the glass against her cheek, the attractive blonde rubbed her belly against the bar. Yes, she could remember how his hairy legs felt as he rolled on top of her, pushing his hands through her long hair while his knees edged her thighs apart. That sexy, all-encompassing feeling of her cuntlips stickily peeling back. And then... then his cockhead would slip in, burrowing its way into her body like a small animal. In and out. In and out he would fuck her, faster and faster until he had her gasping for breath!
"Ohhhh... "
Some of Nancy's drink spilled from her glass as her fingers trembled. Shep was crawling back toward her, his snout pointed up, his black nostrils quivering as he sniffed the odor of her aroused pussy in the air.
"Ohhhh, coming, Mother!" Nancy muttered to the rasping buzzer.
It was time for another sedative. Lately Velma had had trouble sleeping. Moving to the kitchen, Nancy fixed a small tray then started upstairs with it. On the second floor landing she had to stop, close her eyes, and lean against the oak hand rail. There it was! That awful feeling! And thoughts of Doug weren't helping any. She had to stop thinking about her ex-husband like that. No thoughts of him--no thoughts of any man! She had her life built around Diane and her mother and that was enough--more than enough.
But was it? That pulsing itch was getting worse. The friction of her cuntlips over the swollen clit as she'd climbed the stairs had become excruciating. She had even felt shamefully close to a climax. No, no, that couldn't happen. The woman realized she had never intentionally caused herself to have an orgasm. Doug had done all the work, had made her... cum!
Yes, even in their excitement, Nancy had held back, the frowning image of Velma hovering over her marriage bed. Sex, even though she enjoyed it, was still something a little... dirty, unclean. Doug had tried to purge her of that thought and had partially succeeded, but...
Perhaps she should go to a psychiatrist... a good-looking one. Maybe shrinks prescribed orgasms the same way they dished out pills. And then there were stories of doctors taking some of the patients themselves. There had been one or two exposes in the papers about that. She smiled weakly, sighing as she saw herself entering the doctor's office.
How silly it all was, anyway. Love and sex were for the young. She should be content with her life as it was. And yet... and yet how shallow her breathing was now and hot hotly it flowed through her nostrils. She felt shakier than normal, not really herself at all. And then Shep came up the stairs after her. Shep, that three year-old German shepherd her mother had purchased for protection and companionship.
The animal and Diane seemed to get along well. But Nancy had a hard time dealing with the dog. He never seemed to obey her. And then there was the way he'd been studying her lately, circling her as if he were going to tear out her throat. But it wasn't her throat he was interested in, she knew. Something told her it was something far more dark, something Nancy pushed from her mind even though she realized what the dog wanted--and what she needed.
"Go... away!"
He was so wolf-like, so threatening! There was always something about him that made Nancy know he was out of control. He was a beautiful dog, really, but so wild sometimes. Time and time again Nancy had pleaded with her mother to get rid of the animal. She had had enough of him sniffing around her legs, brushing up against her, giving her those insinuating glares that made her shiver with fear. But Velma had some romantic ideas about having a dog, especially in her declining years. There was no talking to her. And what could Nancy do? Gripping the tray and casting another warning look in Shep's direction, Nancy made her way down the hall.
"Down, Shep, down!"
The German Shepherd was having the time of his life, swarming around her legs. She felt his damp nose pressing against her leg, then move halfway up her thigh.
"No, don't, bad dog, don't... "
Nancy felt her chest tighten as she approached her mother's door. It was all she could do to keep the milk and sedative on the tray as she turned around, kicked one leg at the animal, then turned the knob on Velma's door.
"Put the milk here, please, thank you," Velma said, glancing at Nancy, then staring at the door.
Her mother rarely looked at her. She seemed interested only in how the house was being looked after. Shep rubbed up along Nancy's legs. There was nothing the woman could do now that she was in Velma's kingdom.
"There you are, Mother."
"Did you call about the painting I want done?"
Nancy frowned. That was something she'd forgotten about. Things were getting so difficult! Oh, what was wrong, what was wrong?
"Not yet, Mother."
Velma sniffed, taking several pills from the orange plastic bottle and washing them down with the milk. "We really should get that taken care of before summer's over. I don't want things getting lost in the shuffle. And I'd like the roof checked for loose shingles."
Nancy watched her mother sip from the glass. There was something disgusting about watching that old woman drink milk. There just was something disgusting about her mother, she decided. She decided this each time she brought that tray up every night.
"Good night, Mother," Nancy said, taking the tray from the bed stand.
"Oh, by the way. While you were out this afternoon I received a call from your sister, Natalie."
Nancy frowned again. Natalie was always her mother's favorite. She could never understand that Natalie had left home in a huff, vowing never to come back and be under Velma's spell again. But she had stayed, she who had obeyed everything the old woman dictated, and now it was she, Nancy, who suffered.
"What did she want?" Nancy asked coldly, feeling there would be another comparison lecture in store for her.
"Nothing much," Velma sniffed. "Her son Paul just graduated from high school and is coming out here to go to UCLA. His dorm won't be ready for a while, so I invited him to stay with us until it is. I'm sure we've plenty of room."
"Of course, Mother."
"And he can help with all the fixing up. There's so much to do. Now, you get along. And be sure to close the door so Shep won't wander back in and wake me." Her mother made a ridiculous face at the pet. "You love me better than anyone, don't you?"
The big shepherd whistled through its nose and let out a bark. Nancy shivered, wanting to get away from this scene before she got sick. She started out with the tray, backing into the hall. The dog followed, whisking himself out of the room just as the door closed.
Glancing at her watch, Nancy saw it was quarter to ten. Soon Diane would be coming home from her date. That would be another bone of contention for the two of them. The girl was asking for more liberties! Oh, why was life so difficult?
"No!"
Balancing the tray carefully, Nancy slapped down at Shep once more. He was between her moving thighs now, bumping the underside of her cuntal mound. She knew he realized she was in high heat and it was awful. He wanted her, wanted her the way a man would. The thought made her dizzy with fright and disgust.
The woman quickened her pace, still trying to kick at him while keeping the things on the tray. But he was too agile. Whenever she tried hitting him with her feet he ducked behind her, breathing on her thighs teasingly. She felt oddly giddy, strangely excited and weakened by the experience. But he was a dog, just a dog, surely she could command him to leave her alone.
"Go away, Shep, go... away! Get away from me!"
This time her foot finally found the animal. She shoved the point of one shoe into his throat, knocking him back. Breathing more easily, Nancy walked down the stairs, feeling she needed another drink. A quick one, she'd down it before her daughter came in and found her. Her drinking was another bone of contention. How could she explain it to the girl that booze was the only thing keeping her sane?
The animal followed her down the stairway, nearly tripping her several times. When she reached the bottom he cornered her. It was so weird, like a nightmare. It was almost the same as in her dreams, having no escape when some nameless force was chasing her, pursuing her. Then she would awaken with a scream.
But now she couldn't even scream. Too much vodka, and the fear of awakening her mother, stopped her. How could she possibly explain to Velma what the dog had been doing to her? She could see her mother's ashen, disbelieving face. No, no, that was too horrid even to consider. She would have to handle this on her own.
"No!"
And yet she was so weak, and her body was shivering so violently! Something in her was responding to the dog's aggression, something that would have better been left alone. The tray slipped from her hand and the empty milk glass fell to the floor, shattering. On top of it the pill bottle fell, the orange capsules clattering over the parquet floor.
"Bad... uhhhh... "
Nancy wanted to bend down to pick the pills up, but she couldn't move. She was frozen, frozen with fear and rising sexual excitement. She was panting, panting as heavily as that horrible animal who was cornering her. Nancy closed her eyes, feeling herself growing sick, dizzy. She grasped frantically at the bottom handrail, her knees shaking violently against the stairs.
Shep butted her thighs farther apart with his head and started licking his tongue over her asscheeks. She could feel the hot, warm, wet pressure against the translucent nylon of her panties. He was wetting them down, tugging at the silken material with his snout and tongue.
"Horrible," Nancy gasped, her words sounding so small, so insignificant.
Nothing in her life had prepared her for this sort of thing. She'd heard stories about women who courted animals, who went down on them. But they were only those locker room stories she felt were meant to demean women. And she knew there were places in Mexico where women did this kind of thing, also. But this was something totally different.
"No!"
She could smell herself now, smell the pungent cunt-juice oozing from her pussy and wetting down the crotch panel of her panties. Now the briefs clung stickily to her swelling pussylips! No, no, she couldn't let herself fall this way. She would never be able to look herself in the mirror if she let Shep... touch her.
"Bad dog... bad... "
But the animal's tongue lapped noisily at her crotch. She felt the dampened nylon being stretched away from her cunt, and the furry feeling of his body pressing against her legs. Yes, oh yes, it was... was wonderful! For the first time in her life since Doug left her she was feeling her cunt growing hot and warm.
"Oh, ohhh!"
As awful as it was, Nancy felt herself embracing the dog, letting herself fall to a level most street whores would have disdained. But she couldn't help herself.
CHAPTER TWO
"Nooooo!"
Horrible, awful! How could she be letting herself sink this low? How could she let herself slide down this awful path and let a dog touch her with his tongue! Certainly Nancy had to have more respect for herself! Certainly she wouldn't let a dog... satisfy her needs this way.
"Get away... away from me!" she panted. Shep jumped back from her weak blow.
The woman rested her head against the wall, feeling the pulsing itch between her legs sapping her strength and will. She was breathing hard, panting from the unbelievable tickle that was raking her clit. She shoved her hands down to knock the dog's snout from her pussy. He couldn't touch her there. No, he just couldn't! Couldn't she control herself? Was she the kind of woman her mother had always warned her against?
"No, oh no!"
But Shep was strong, having pushed himself between her legs once more. She could feel his breath against her inner thighs and feel the cold wetness of his snout as he pressed it against her flesh. Why was this happening to her? Nancy blinked away a tear or two, feeling her toes fanning out in her sandals. She was rubbing her ass against the wall, her eyes burning while that scream still threatened to explode in her throat. The dog was growling low in his throat, bracing his paws on the carpeting as he shoved up and in. Oh God, he had shoved aside her crotch panel and he was touching her cuntal mound! This was too much, simply too much!
Her knees shook. Nancy bit blood from her bottom lip. What was she allowing to happen? A dog... a damned dog! She must be losing her mind to be doing this. Nothing seemed real any more. Nothing seemed to make sense. The dog was pressing harder against her, panting heavily, his tail swishing against her feet.
Nancy felt her ass pull up tight against the wall. No, she couldn't seem to make the big dog stop doing these awful things to her. Nancy raised her hand again. This time when the animal ducked back, expecting another blow, the woman pushed herself forward, staggering awkwardly across the living room. She would pick up the broken glass and scattered capsules later, later when she'd recovered. She couldn't do it now, not with the dog following her.
Panic filled her chest once more as the animal pursued her. Rushing forward the woman gripped the back of the long sofa and fought for her breath. Her long blonde hair curtained her face, tangling around her throat as the dog rubbed up against her one more time.
"Get... no, no!"
Pushing herself away from the couch, Nancy headed for the bar, stumbled over her own feet and fell, sliding across the floor. Shep barked then pounced, his paws bracing on her thighs as he nuzzled at her ass.
"Oh God!"
He was going to rape her! It was unthinkable this could happen in her own house. In an instant she saw Velma's horrified face hovering over her. Yes, her mother would certainly drop dead of a heart attack if she saw her daughter now, wrestling on the floor with her aroused pet!
Terror replaced panic. Nancy turned onto her back, clamping her thighs shut as she curled her fingers into two fists and beat at him as if he were a rapist. Her fists pounded his shoulders, his back. The dog growled, his black rubbery lips peeling back and revealing that deadly double row of fangs! Nancy whimpered, dropping her hands to her sides while she felt shivers rush up and down her spine and make her thigh flesh tense. Nancy heard the growl, and saw those killer teeth. She had to look away from him.
"Ohhhh... "
Shep stopped growling and began licking her once more. Her dress had been hiked up around her belly. Dropping his head, he licked her stomach, leaving long silvery trails of saliva on her flesh. Watching him in disbelief, Nancy propped her body up on her elbows, her eyes round with horror and fear. How her cunt ached with the tension of lust. How this was easing the pounding ache that had sapped all her will the days before! And yet, this was unholy, awful! She was being worked up by a dog, excited to the point of climax. No, she couldn't think about that. It would make her go crazy. Friction, yes, that's all it was. Just friction, the rubbing of one surface against another. But it was a dog's mouth, a dog's... ohhh, she couldn't drive that idea from her mind. A dog was making her do this, a dog!
"No!"
Shep growled again, backing off as Nancy shook herself back to reality and began scooting backward. Cuntal juice seeping from her pussy hole slicked down her labes more and more. She had to show him who was boss. When the animal came up to her again Nancy looked him squarely in the eyes while shouting once more, one hand raised in the air. It was enough, the dog knew. Backing down, Shep let her get to her feet, regain her balance, then walk a little unsteadily to the bar.
"Oh God, what a night," Nancy whispered, pushing back her blonde hair from her face and pouring herself another vodka. Shep would stop this nonsense the moment her daughter came in, she just knew it. All she had to do was keep him away for a few more minutes.
But as she took her drink and went to the couch Shep followed her. When she sat down he positioned himself between her knees and began licking them tentatively. Harmless enough, she thought, tilting the glass and downing another gulp of the strong alcohol. No, she wasn't going to be intimidated by a dog. She wasn't going to let him bully her around the way her mother and even Doug had. How could she have any respect for herself if she let that happen?
But that touch! Oh, that feathery, warm, wet touch against her knees was almost too much to stand! It was that light touch that was doing all those things to her. It was his affection that made her close her eyes tightly and squeeze the cold glass in her hand.
It was the rushing chilly heat that drove her half-mad. The dog's tongue slipped higher and higher, back along the insides of her thighs again. Gradually Nancy was aware she was moving her ass from side to side, rubbing her dress up higher until it was nearly back up to her waist again. Why did all this feel so devastating? It was almost like the wicked thoughts she'd had at school when she had wanted to touch herself, to finger her cunt. But her mother had been ready for that. She had caught her doing it one time and beaten her for that. The punishment had been so severe that Nancy couldn't possibly consider the act now. In her life she'd never touched herself. It had been Doug who had touched her, Doug who had done all the work to bring her to climax!
How many times Nancy wanted to be more experimental in her marriage. But there was that sexual block, the image of her mother shaking a warning finger. It had worked--all that punishment--worked far too well.
"Uhhhh... "
Shep was trying to reach her drenched panties once more. It was unreal! The room was floating in a kind of golden haze as she moved down on the sofa cushion, spreading her legs apart. The dog whimpered, tilting his head to one side and catching a stronger whiff of her aroused cunt. He moved the long tip of his snout from side to side. Ohhhhh, what a delicious feeling that was! Nancy's face paled and became a contorted mask of lust as she curled her fingers and scratched the nails against the sofa covering. The damp material of her briefs pressed against her inner cuntlips, forcing them apart.
Thoughts of her mother, of her daughter, of Doug were rapidly disappearing, evaporating under the heat of her pussy. She jerked like a speared fish, feeling the glass slipping from her fingers. She heard it hit the rug with a jangle of the spilling ice cubes. No, she wasn't really doing this. It was just sort of... happening. The dog was making all the moves. All she was doing was sitting here, doing absolutely nothing.
"Oh God!"
Could she fool herself like that? Would she really believe she had nothing to do with this? Right now all that mattered was the overwhelming sensation of her pussy throbbing and pounding madly. This couldn't be written off as an accident, could it? Could she actually believe it had just kind of happened without a plan? Had Shep been stalking her all these weeks, these months, just waiting for an opportunity to pounce on her like this? That thought made her groan.
Nancy caught the dog's head in her hands and started pushing him away. No, he couldn't have her spit-soaked cunt any more. It was too much for her to handle.
"You just can't... no... "
The dog growled, his eyes slitting while his ears pinned back.
"No, Shep, no, you can't... can't do this to me. I won't let it."
How could her mother command the dog so well? Why couldn't she make him leave her alone? Nothing seemed to work. Shep opened his mouth and pressed his fangs into her right thigh. He wasn't biting, just showing the frantic woman what he could do. That sensation of his teeth pressing in, the feeling of her tendons pressing back and separating, made Nancy suck in a ragged breath.
The animal growled, let go for a second, then bit higher on her thigh. The burning explosion of her nerve-endings being stimulated made her heart beat like a trip hammer. She squirmed on the couch, her feet kicking out while her hands smoothed over her hot belly. Her nipples were growing stiff, hard, brushing up and scratching against her bra. He was becoming bolder, more excited.
Nancy didn't know what he was going to do next! Thoughts floated through her head, thoughts too depraved, too sick for her to concentrate upon. Sobbing, putting one fisted hand to her eyes, the woman rolled onto her side on the couch. The sloppy nylon twisted and pulled into a rope that slipped to one side, exposing her swollen cuntlips.
The big dog grunted with excitement, lunging at the slick surfaces.
"Stop it, stop!"
Again the woman tried pounding her fists against the dog. This was too much. He was touching her all over with that tongue now, drawing it slowly up to the top of her cuntal mound, then bringing it down. Up and down, up and down, peeling apart the itchy surfaces of her pussy until Nancy thought she was going to faint from the arousal.
"Oooohhhh... uuuhhhh... "
Her shaky voice echoed through the large living room as the animal made more and more progress with her. His long pink tongue parted her cunt, licked her clit again and again, took her breath away!
Nancy pushed out one leg, kicking off her sandals and fanning out her toes. She was building steadily toward an orgasm. She could feel it in her cunt. And yet the woman couldn't seem to grasp the meaning of it all. Her mind was overloaded with the sensations sparking from her pussy. The sensation of his tongue working up and down over her fur-edged pussy was too much.
"Ughhhhh!"
Reaching down, the attractive blonde put one shaky hand on her cuntal mound. Yes, yes, she could feel his tongue licking the sensitive itchy spots between her fingers. And then he was touching her cuntlips, nuzzling aside the stretched band of nylon, dragging his tongue up and down her swollen labes.
"Wrong... it's so wrong," she whispered to herself, rolling her head along the top of the couch.
But how Shep's tongue was servicing her! The attractive blonde was jerking her body from side to side now, prancing her ass up and down, humming through her teeth as she demanded more friction. Oh, if only she had courage to take off her panties, to slide them down past her knees, and kick them off. Then Shep could have all the swollen cuntmeat he could handle. Yes, would she straddle him, ride him like a bronco buster while he stuck that wonderful tongue up into her cunt!
"No, it's wrong, wrong," she wailed, grabbing the dog's head in both hands and shoving him away roughly.
Shep barked, rearing back, forcing himself onto her again. Nancy panicked. She knew she was on the verge of doing something terrible. There had to be limits, bounds over which she wouldn't dare step! She couldn't let him do more! She just couldn't!
Sobbing, fighting for her sanity, Nancy rolled off the couch and found herself on her hands and knees. Shep was behind her, licking her ass, growing more and more excited as she crawled away.
Banging her forehead against the coffee table the woman fell to one side on the floor, one leg curling up to her tits. Shep slithered under her, slipping his snout into her cunt once more and twisting it around and around as if it were a fuzzy cock.
"Ughhhhh!"
That was too much for Nancy. The woman jerked as if someone had touched her with a live electric wire! She was stretching both hands out, holding onto the coffee table, trying to drag herself away from the pussy-hungry animal.
But Shep held his ground, shoving his paws against her thighs, keeping her cunt open with his muzzle. Her panties were stretched to one side now, completely exposing her cunt. He was licking up her juices, licking them up as if he were dying for them. The sexy sound of that lapping sent more shivers racing through her cunt.
"Unnnnnhhh... ooooohhhh... "
Brilliant lights began popping off behind her eyes. She knew this was it. Oh God, she was going to be cumming, climaxing inside the animal's mouth. She could feel his fangs now against the slick lining of her pussy. It was all so crazy, so confused.
"No, no!"
Her voice sounded hollow and cracked as she drew herself across the living room floor past the table. Magazines and ashtrays tumbled as the woman again tried to pull herself away from the animal. But it was no use. She had lost all her strength. Stretched out near the couch, Nancy gave herself up completely to the lapping dog, spreading her legs, letting him touch her wherever he chose.
"Uuhhhhhhh!"
Soon, very, very soon! Her panties were pulled into that tangled, twisted rope that pressed sexily between her asscheeks. The dog was going crazy, wetting her asscheeks, sticking his tongue up her asscrack, then sliding it back and down, down to her fuzzy cuntal mound. It was as if her pussy were suddenly charged with static electricity! Nancy jerked and groaned, rolling on the floor, feeling the scratchy sensation of the rug against her bare thighs and ass.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Her eyes rounded, her mouth opened and strangled grunts came out. The chords stood out from her neck while a powerful shudder made her body vibrate wildly. Cumming! Yes, she was cumming! The dog was yipping behind her, shoving his paws harder against her ass while sopping up all the juices that oozed from her cunt. There was the slick click of his tongue against the folds and hollows of her squishy cuntal flesh. Then her climax cut through her like a jolt of white heat. It was such a wonderful sensation!
"Cuuuuuummmmmm!" Nancy cried, rolling her head to one side and forcing her mouth shut with one hand as thrilling spasms of lust rocked her body. She jerked about the floor, her legs kicking at everything in sight. The pounding rage of wild release shot to its peak, nearly knocking the frantic woman senseless. She could feel her hair tangling around her throat, nearly strangling her as she bucked and thrashed against the animal's chewing maw.
"Nooooo, ohhhhh, it's so goooooood I'm going to die," she cried as fire stormed down her thighs and up her belly, encasing her in a wild heat she hadn't experienced in years.
When she opened her eyes again Nancy found herself on the floor, the animal having gone elsewhere. Slowly she picked herself up, pushing back her long hair, still feeling a steady, fading throb between her legs. She had done it, committed the unspeakable. And the ceiling hadn't crashed down on her. There were no burning bushes, no screaming judges. There was just her and her mother sleeping upstairs.
She shook her head, rubbing her cheeks with both hands. This would take some time sorting out. Meanwhile she had to think of her daughter and wonder where on earth Diane could be? It was a little after ten and she was late again.
CHAPTER THREE
"You just stop that, Billy Henderson!"
Diane shrank away from the six-foot-two football player, one hand on the door handle of his car while the other was pressed up against his bare chest. Billy's shirt hung open, his buckle dangling over his crotch while the top button of his Levi's was unfastened.
"Come on, Diane, I know you want... it!"
The blonde teen's head was spinning around like a merry-go-round. How had things gotten this out of hand? They had been necking, having left the theater early for that very purpose. It was nothing different than before.
Several other times the two of them had sneaked behind the house during a party or back into a car and petted. There were times when Diane was tempted to do something really awful. Once she had almost let Billy touch her--there! But she remembered her mother's lectures about "bad" girls and what happened to them. And something told Diane she wouldn't be able to stop herself once things got to the touching stage. So she stopped, gently putting his hand back where it belonged.
But this time something was different about Billy. He had a new attitude, one that both frightened and excited her. Staring wide-open at him, she moved her legs closer together, feeling her hot little cunt starting to throb and spasm.
"That's not true!"
"Some of the guys on the team say they've already had you," Billy said, brushing a stray lock of his black hair from his face.
"That's not true!" she snapped back, feeling the blood rush to her face.
Diane had seen what happens to a girl once word got around about her putting out. All the other girls laughed at her behind her face while the guys came up and talked to her like she was some kind of whore or something. Diane wasn't being led down that path. She and her girlfriend Janie had talked about it plenty of times by the pool and decided the pleasure just wasn't worth the trouble.
"That's not what I hear," Billy pressed her. "Sam Hart says you practically cried when he stuck his cock into you."
Diane wasn't going to stick around for this kind of nonsense. Billy was just trying to intimidate her, make her put out by embarrassing her.
"Then he's lying. I've never been out with him, and I'm never going out with you again, Billy Henderson," Diane sniffed, opening the car door and swinging one leg out.
"You're going to walk home? It's a long way back," Billy said, resting his head on the top of the steering wheel and smiling at her.
Diane hesitated, biting her lower lip. They were on Mulholland Drive, far above Los Angeles and at least ten miles from her house. There were no buses in the area, and certainly no cabs rushing about unless they had been called. Lovers' Lane, but nothing else. She couldn't possibly walk all the way. And the thought of strolling along this twisting mountain road in the middle of the night looking for a phone to call her mom terrified her.
"Just take me home, Billy, please," Diane begged, feeling her heart starting to sink.
"Come back in the car."
Diane shut the door with a slam, still keeping her body pressed against it. She wished Billy would buckle his pants and button his shirt. Just the thought of having a guy like him half-undressed in the front seat gave her the willies.
All he wants is to make me do it! Diane sobbed to herself, clenching her fingers and digging the nails into her palms. She thought about all the stories she'd heard at school--stories about guys with big pricks who split girls open with their cocks--stories about how the first fuck hurts like hell and there's even some bleeding!
Her mother had been evasive about sex, telling her it was a good thing, but only for married couples. Some of the girls at school played around, but her girlfriends sounded more like they were making up stores rather than telling the truth.
Only Janie admitted she had let her boyfriend, Warren, touch her cunt once. "It felt all squiggly and warm down there," she had whispered to her friend while Warren went to get more punch at a party. "And then he let me touch him. Wow! I wanted him to stick it in right away. But then I got scared," Janie admitted and the two girls giggled nervously as Warren came back with the filled cups.
"There's nothing wrong with doing it, Diane. Lots of girls... you know, fuck around," Billy said, leaning toward her again.
"Don't you use that word around me!" she cried, ready to get out of the car again.
"What's wrong with it? It's what you wanna do right now, right? You wanna fuck me? You wanna get it on. Same thing," Billy said, shrugging, then reaching out and touching Diane on the shoulder. The girl inhaled sharply, feeling his strong hand rubbing her body through the blouse. Shivers rushed up and down her spine, radiating to her cunt, making the fat labes quiver then snap shut like the shell of a clam. Diane shifted her ass back and forth on the car seat, wishing he would leave her alone. If only he wouldn't touch her! She'd be fine then.
"Don't!"
Billy smiled, revealing a row of straight white teeth. "You dig it, don'tcha? Man, I know it. I can see you really dig it", he whispered, his voice becoming low and thick.
Diane had a hard time breathing now. Her fingers slipped over the cool door handle while her thighs rubbed back and forth over one another. Yes, yes, she could feel that slick, subtle rub of her cuntlips against each other while her clit was getting ohhh sooooo warm. It was so very wet and hot down there, much worse than it had been before when Billy had fooled around with her.
"Come on, Diane, come on. I'm not gonna tell anybody about you. You're my girl. I'm not gonna let the other guys onto you," Billy promised, his smile fading as he reached down.
"Oh!"
She heard it, heard the metallic jangling of his zipper opening. But something kept her from bolting out the car, something held her captive in the front seat. She squirmed, her heart beating so fast and hard she could feel it thudding against her ribs! Inhaling sharply, closing her eyes as a particularly strong spasm shot through her cunt, the girl opened them again and stared at Billy. There was a strange look on his face. Something told her to look down at his crotch.
"No! Oh Billy, you put that thing back in your pants, you hear me? You... you put it... "
It was too much! She saw the purple cock head burst out from between his legs, capping that long fat shaft, throbbing from side to side! A cock! That's what it was. She'd seen plenty of pictures of men with hard-ons and had heard some of the girls talking about it. They said a prick was the most beautiful thing in the world. Diane didn't think so. She started opening the car door, ready to leave--no matter what.
"Get back 'in, damnit!" Billy reached forward and grabbed her by the shoulders, hauling the protesting girl back into the car and slamming the door shut. For a moment Diane thought about screaming. Surely the others in the cars around them would come to her rescue.
"Come on and touch it, baby, touch it. You're gonna go nuts when you do," Billy said, wrapping his fingers around her left hand and drawing it down to his crotch.
"No, no, I... I won't," Diane hissed through her clenched teeth.
She could feel her squiggly cuntmeat buckling under her rising sexual heat. She was lying to him, lying to herself. Something inside her was telling her to do it, to go through with everything he wanted. Her curiosity about sex plus her arousal were too overwhelming for her strict moral upbringing.
"Come on," he whispered.
The frantic teen made strange choked sounds in her throat. She could feel the heat coming out of his opened fly. Twice Diane pulled back, protesting, begging him not to make her touch it.
"You want it. Put your damned hand on my cock, Diane," he demanded, pulling her hand hard toward his fat juicy prick.
"Ohhhhh... "
It was impossible for her to struggle against his grip. Billy was just too strong, too overwhelming. Slowly he pulled her hand toward the fat cock head, watching her chin quiver.
"Oh no, please, please no, please... " she whimpered.
But Diane couldn't deny how hot and bothered she was getting. Her nipples were hard, scratching against her bra while her cunt oozed more and more juice, wetting down the nylon crotch panel of her blue panties. This was terrible, awful! Her mother would have screamed in horror if she had seen her now.
"Yeah, come on, come... come on," Billy whispered, nearly breaking her fingers with his excitement.
Then it happened. She felt the hot, fleshy cock head brushing against her wrist. Diane jumped back, pulling at her arm, trying to get away from the football star one more time. But he only laughed at her vain attempts, tightening his grip around her fingers and forcing her to wrap them around his cock.
"Oh yeaaaahhhh," he sighed, closing his eyes and smiling. Diane looked at him. He looked as if he were in some kind of ecstasy. His smile quivered while his chest heaved up and down. He was telling her to move her hand up and down real slow.
"No," she said, clenching her teeth, making one last stand.
"Yeah, baby, you're gonna do it, Diane, 'cause you want it real bad. Hell, I can practically smell your cunt from here."
The word bit into her pride. She struggled against his grip then gave up--at least for the moment. When the time was right she'd rush out of the car and scream for help. Someone would protect her from this sex maniac!
"And then maybe after I feel you up I'm gonna make you suck my cock. You want that big, flat slippery prick in your mouth?" he asked, watching her face.
"Wh... what?" Diane couldn't believe he had said something that dirty.
"You wanna lick me off and get my fuck juice down your throat?"
"Oh, you don't know what you're talking about! Please, stop this!"
He was getting more frantic, more out of control. There was no telling what he'd do to her once he got his clothes off. Already she could hear his pants sliding down over his legs.
"Stop!" Diane cried, horrified.
"No stopping now, baby. I'm gonna give you one hell of a fucking. When I stick my cock into you you're gonna think the world just came to an end. I'm gonna fuck you till your cunt can't take any more. You got that?" he said, laughing as her eyes rounded at his awful words. "We're gonna fuck, Diane, after you suck me off."
Everything came in a jumble. She couldn't understand what in the world he was talking about. She hadn't had much experience even in the language of fucking. The thought of him sticking his awful prick down her throat sickened her. This would be her first sexual experience and he was going to do something that awful to her! No, no, it couldn't be happening!
"Stop it!"
But in spite of the horror rising in her, Diane felt her body melting. There was a lush hotness radiating out from her belly down to the swollen cuntlips. Her clit and nipples were hard, sensitive, with swollen tissues and raw nerve-endings that felt as if they would burst! She squirmed in the front seat again as her fingers wrapped more tightly around Billy's cock. It was so huge... much bigger than the ones she'd seen in all those picture books Janie had sneaked out of somewhere.
Diane felt streams of something hot running over her fingers. Cum! Some of the teachers in her sex education class had talked about that, about how a male's cock often dribbled out of that stuff before intercourse so it could lube up the woman. Intercourse! Fucking! The whole thought of the act rushing through her mind. Billy's body was getting ready, warming up for the moment. Diane shuddered, feeling her teeth clicking against one another.
"Squeeze it, baby, move your hand up and down. Come on," he whispered.
She did as he told her, amazed at how that fat, prick jerked and twitched in her hand each time she slid her fingers up, then brought them down to the broad, hairy base. As the hot, meaty prick throbbed wildly a third time Diane squeezed it, her hand jacking up and down. She felt the flexible outer-covering move over the hard inner core. Billy was breathing strangely now, whispering all sorts of things while his back arched against the back of the seat.
"God, baby, get on that cock," he breathed, his nostrils flaring.
Diane didn't know exactly what she was doing. But the thrill of having him in her hand, of making him twist and buck just by moving her hand up and down thrilled her.
"Oh yeah, yeah."
Billy spread his legs so the girl could work his cock and balls more easily. This wasn't so bad, Diane thought to herself, feeling his prick twitching around like a small frightened animal between her fingers. If this was all she had to do it wasn't bad.
"Get in the back seat. Come on," he whispered.
But before they moved, Billy reached over and unbuttoned her blouse. Diane wasn't in a mood to protest now. She was breathing as heavily as he was, feeling reality slipping from her grasp. Mother, grandmother, the home, her friends were all unreal as the blouse slipped from her shoulders and he fumbled for her bra strap.
"No."
But it was a weak protest. Billy found the snap, opened it, then tugged off the halter. Diane sighed, feeling the stiff material of the bra tickle its way over her sensitive skin. As it was pulled over to the side, her tits were lifted by the tug. She moaned with pleasure, unable to hide her arousal any more.
"That's better," Billy sighed, feeling the girl's thirty-six-inch tits.
Diane knew she was doing the wrong thing. She had never let a man see her this way. At times she thought only her husband would see her completely naked. But that seemed wrong now. The young stud was cupping her tits in both hands, sinking his fingers in the soft, resilient flesh. He caught the stiffened ends between his thumbs and forefingers and started to squeeze.
Diane moaned happily, feeling rockets shooting off in her head. It was a piece of heaven. She threw her head back, arching her body and wallowing her shoulder blades against the back of the front seat. Her tits lifted up high, settling on his hands, begging to be rubbed and felt.
"That's it, Diane. Get it on!" he whispered, feeling her twisting around in the seat. Increasing the pressure on her nipples, Billy wriggled out of his trousers.
Diane thought the world would crash down into her cunt. She could feel the hard, pulsing ends being crushed like berries. The soft flow of pain started vibrating through her body, picking up the pulse of her cunt. Somehow the pain and pleasure merged in some weird way, making her pant even harder. Oh, oh, this was all so new, so strange to her!
The windows of the car were beginning to steam and it was getting hard to breathe in the closed spot. The old Chevy was rocking back and forth from their frantic movements.
"Getting too much for you? I've got somethin' else to do that's gonna drive you nuts," Billy said, grinning at her.
With that he pulled her around, slipping his head free of her tits and working at her skirt. Diane twisted around, draping herself over the seat. As she slid over, the girl felt her skirt sliding off her hips as if she were shedding a skin. She half fell, half crawled onto the wide, long rear seat, feeling suddenly cold.
"Come on, baby, I'm gonna show you the moon," Billy said.
She wasn't cold for long. The young stud slipped over the top, joining her. Billy had slipped off his shirt and trousers in the front, along with his jockeys. He was completely naked now, rubbing his body against hers.
As wrong as it was Diane had to admit the touch of his body against hers was wonderful, one of the best feelings she had ever had. She felt herself melting into his body, her heart beating wildly, her pulse racing like crazy! Fucking--they were going to actually be fucking!
"Ummmmm... "
Diane could feel the hardness of his cock pushing into her cuntal mound, rubbing the delicate silk against her pussy.
"Work it out, baby. Ohhhh, it's gonna feel real good... real good!" Billy hissed, rubbing his hands up and down her ass, working the nylon panties into her asscrack.
It had begun! Her first fuck! And oh, how Diane was looking forward to it!
CHAPTER FOUR
"Pull your legs up."
Diane did as she was told, too hot and confused to argue at this moment. She could feel his fingers wrapping around the elastic waistband, feel them tugging her panties down.
"Move your ass up!"
Again the girl obeyed, feeling the damp nylon being stretched, pulled over her asscheeks, down over her hip bones, over her knees and then gone! She was naked, stark naked! There was nothing to protect her from the kind of fucking Billy had been promising her.
"Nice, real nice," he sighed, smoothing the flat of one hand over her ass.
Then she felt him moving down, down, biting her nipples teasingly, then trailing the tip of his tongue along her belly, past her navel, down to her crotch. What was he doing? She had never been told about this kind of sex before. She...
"Aaaaahhhhh!"
The girl cried out, feeling as if the world had just blown apart all around her. He was eating her out, actually putting his mouth on her cunt! She could feel his breath panting through her blonde cuntal curls while his fingers gripped her hard around the thighs.
"Wait... don't... don't!"
She thought she was going to die from lack of breath! Her chest was so tight while her throat and mouth were dry as cotton. She felt his stubbly cheeks wedged between her thighs. And his mouth, oh God, his mouth was doing such wonderful things to her cunt! Diane felt as if the floor had just opened and she were falling, falling down deeper and deeper into some shaft!
The girl rolled her head from side to side, hair clinging to her warm, dampened cheeks. Her feet scraped against the back of the front seat, her knees edging back until she could feel her cuntlips peeling back. Diane was moving instinctively, not knowing exactly what she was doing but feeling it was right. And there was the smooth, silky rub of Billy's lips as they forced her labes apart with a wild, new sensation. Nothing, nothing in her life had prepared her for something like this. Vague guilts and fears assaulted her spinning mind, but over riding everything was the sensuality of the moment. To have his mouth against her swelling cunt was as important as the oxygen feeding her body.
She couldn't have stopped him now even if she had wanted to. And God only knows Diane had no intention of pushing him away. She had changed her mind completely. The girl no longer wanted Billy to go away. All she wanted was his tongue in her cunt, his mouth doing all those wonderful things to her.
"Wh... where did you learn to try something like this?" she panted.
"All around school. Being on the team's got its rewards," Billy said, grinning at her from ear to ear.
He spread her open on the back seat, making Diane completely helpless. Her teachers had never said anything about men doing things like this--putting their mouths on women's pussies!
But it felt so good. And she didn't have to worry about getting hurt or bleeding. This was wonderful, terrific. She would have to tell Janie about this, but swear her to secrecy.
Something told Diane this was a kind of sexual position one didn't go around telling people about.
"Ohhhh, nice and hot. Baby, when you got juice comm' outta you the way you do I know you wanna get fucked bad," Billy whispered, trailing his fingers back along her ass toward her asshole.
"Oooohoohoh!"
Diane couldn't speak. She felt as if her vocal cords were paralyzed by lust. Her chest heaved up and down, her tits rolled together and slapped against one another wetly while Billy moved his head from side to side. He was licking her off, licking her like some animal--like a dog! The girl tensed her thighs, rubbing them against the sides of his head. He was burrowing deeper into her cunt. She felt the juices of her pussy seeping out, wetting her asscheeks and oozing into her asscrack.
The tickling of his mouth was so much more wild than she thought any sensation could be. And oh, he wasn't just kissing her, touching her. No, Billy was licking deep into her cunt, searching for an even hotter place to touch her. Then she felt him go back a little and start rimming the top of her cuntal mouth with the tip of his tongue.
It became more difficult to breathe in the car as Diane pitched like a wild woman. Oh, he was touching her clit, touching that tiny sex organ with his tongue, pushing it from side to side until she thought she was going to piss from excitement.
"No!"
He was sucking her now, drinking in all the juices, lapping at her. For a moment the girl stiffened in embarrassed fright. But as soon as Billy touched her clit again she felt the thrill wash over her and blast out any thoughts of self-consciousness.
"Ohhhhh, what are you doing?"
He was holding her cuntlips apart with his fingers, scouring the steamy hollows of her pussy with his tongue. He was exploring her, finding all the right places, watching her body twist, arch and jerk as he played her like a musical instrument. His strong fingers pressed into the muscles just above each of her knees. He was spreading her apart inch by inch. Oh, it was as if she were being split in two! And all that tension added to the steady friction of his mouth against her cunt.
"Unnnhnnnhh!"
Without thinking about it, Diane started moving her hips. It would have been impossible not to have responded to that wonderful tongue moving back and forth. She felt his hot breath blowing against her inner thighs, felt his hands straying back to her asshole while his cock occasionally brushed against her asscheeks. How could she remain still with all that going on?
"Ummmmmm... "
"Want to stop now?" he asked cynically, pulling out of her crotch and tugging one stray cunt hair out from between his front teeth.
Diane shook her head from side to side. No, this was heaven, this was wonderful! She spread her legs a little farther apart so he could find her clit again. He rolled a thumb back and forth, watching her as she groaned and let out muted grunts like a frightened kitten. Oh, how hot and heavy and out of control, her breathing was!
"Come on, go for it," he whispered, holding her ass apart, caressing the sensitive inner curves of her asscheeks with his thumbs.
"You're doing it sooo... uhhhhh sooo good, Billy," she cried.
He had her cunt halved over his mouth now. He brought his face down, down until she could hear her soppy cuntlips fitting against his chin.
"Ohhhhhh, God!"
Diane was high, dizzy, as Billy's tongue wiggled back and forth in her cunt. He was touching her ass, those thumbs straying to her asshole. And his teeth cut along the edges of her inner cuntlips. She snapped her head back and groaned. She wouldn't have believed something like this was going to happen! That tongue was searching back along her ass crack, slick and hard and pointed like a cock. It stabbed up, pulled slowly back, then stabbed back in again. He was tasting and smelling her while his fingers touched her all over.
More of her juices seeped out to wet his cheeks. The girl cried out again, rolling her hips with a wild abandon. Under her Diane felt Billy licking hungrily at her clit. She moved her hips faster and faster, pressing her body weight up against him. His teeth cut her more and more and she liked it. Crying through her nostrils, she pumped her ass in the steady hunching spasms of fucking.
"Baby, you're gonna make it if I keep doin' this," he groaned, pulling out from between her legs and wiping his mouth with the back of one hand.
"No, don't, don't... pull away," she groaned like a crazed woman.
"Don't worry, Diane. I'm not gonna leave you high and dry. But you're gonna give me some service now."
What did he mean? She blinked her eyes, staring up. He was kneeling between her legs now, working his fingers over his fat, long prick. It seemed to have grown since she'd last seen it. Her thoughts were whirling around and around until the girl didn't know up from down. Billy slid up, his knees almost pressing into her armpits. She could smell the pungent aroma of his crotch while his balls tickled over her chin.
"Suck it, Diane. Come on, suck it the way I sucked you."
With that Billy cupped one hand around the back of her head and drew it up. She saw that fat cock and for a moment pulled away. But his grip was strong. Her eyes glazed, her cunt still throbbing from that mouthing, the young blonde teen opened her mouth. Her lips pulled back while Billy hunched forward.
"That's it, baby, that's it!"
She felt the cock tip brush against her lips. Instantly her mouth opened wide and Billy shoved down, filling her mouth with his prick.
Diane didn't know what to do with the thing! His cock was blocking off her air, choking her, while the balls crushed against her chin! Her jaws were hurting from being spread apart so wide and spittle frothed out from the corners of her mouth and wet down her cheeks. Billy pressed his hands against the sides of the car and worked his crotch against her face, groaning and shivering.
"Yeah, gimme that head, gimme head!" he cried, his body swaying from side to side.
Diane felt the fat cock pole brushing over the insides of her cheeks, making them puff out. Her tongue started working over the sensitive underside of his prick. Billy groaned in appreciation, rotating his hips around so she could feel it better.
"Man, oh man, hotter than I thought," he grunted, pulling his prick from her throat with a squishy pop.
"Oh, no, no more," she gasped.
"One more thing," Billy said, inching his way back between her legs.
Nothing more was said. Diane almost froze with fear. Fucking! With all this foreplay she had nearly forgotten about the fucking! Billy crouched between her spread thighs, peeling them wider apart until she was spread completely open. Bending forward, the young man held his cock with one hand, rubbing it over her pussylips and making the girl hunch her ass frantically.
"Go for it, baby, prance that ass, make me feel you want it, real bad!"
Diane did! Oh, as awful as it was, she wanted that hot, thick prick in her body! She felt his cock head shoving into the curly hair around her slippery pussy hole. She held her breath, knowing she was about to lose her innocence and not caring about it one way or the other. Closing her eyes, she kept her legs spread and her ass flat against the seat. But her head moved wildly, tossing from side to side as she felt her cuntlips being spread apart by Billy's bulbous prick, felt her body being forced open by his hard cock.
"Ooohoohh!"
That hot itchy ache became something more, something she could no longer describe. Chilly flashes of incredible heat made her buck from side to side as she felt Billy's prick sinking into her flesh, pushing at the itchy walls of her cunt, burying itself in the hot, bubbly juice of her pussy. Diane could hear it gurgling its way in. Oh God, God, there could be no better sound in the world!
"Ohhhhh man, good pussy... real good cunt," he groaned.
He kept shoving his cock in, getting closer and closer to the base. Their bodies were almost touching, his hairs tickling her flesh. Her breath was coming in frantic pants now while stars flashed in front of her. Oh God, God, this was something meant only for the gods! This...
"Ugh! Oh, stop, stop doing it!" the girl suddenly cried.
Billy's prick had touched something, had run into her cherry. She felt the tiny membrane bulging out, threatening to tear loose. A shock of panic rushed through her. The stories about the pain and bleeding came back to her in a flash. Diane was beating his chest with her fists now, trying to squirm away from his cunt-splitting prick.
"No!" Billy said, clenching his teeth, shaking the sweat off his forehead and chugging on.
"Stop!"
Diane felt the pain building in her gut, making her head throb in time with her heart. Arching her back, digging her head in the seat while pushing against the young stud, Diane thought she was going to faint from the agony.
"Take... it!" With that Billy tensed his thick-muscled thighs, squeezed his asscheeks together and drove his prick through the thick membrane.
Diane thought she was going to die! She let out a sharp cry, arching her back even more, then collapsed back onto the seat. She could feel his cock sliding all the way in now, the head disappearing somewhere deep in her body.
"I'm bleeding... I think I can feel it," she whimpered, clinging to the young boy who now rested peacefully on top of her body.
"It happens all the time," he panted, smoothing his hands over her sides and tits. "It'll be gone in a while. Just relax."
Diane did as she was told, blinking away the tears, becoming more and more conscious of that stretched, full feeling between her legs. She moved her ass a little, feeling a cramp developing in one of her thighs. He was right! There was no more pain! The throbbing ache that had nearly taken her breath away moments ago was gone, or nearly so. She started breathing more easily, growing more and more anxious to get on with this fucking scene.
"Okay?" Billy asked, picking up his head and staring down at her.
"Uh--huh!"
Oh, yes, yes, she was fine, ready for whatever he wanted to do to her. She felt him drawing back. Just for a moment Diane tensed as his cock head passed the spot where her cherry had been. Oh my, my, she was finally going to learn all the secrets about sex, about fucking!
"Fucking, baby, that's what we're doing. And I'm doing it with you for the first time," Billy said, obviously pleased he was breaking in a virgin.
"Oh, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck... "
Diane felt his eight-inch cock throbbing in her cunt. With each jerk of the hard muscle her pussy walls squeezed tightly around it holding it in the feathery trap.
"Shit, aren't too many girls who can do that," he cried in a strangled voice.
Diane suddenly felt special, worldly. Her first time and she was showing someone like Billy something new! And oh, oh, how she loved this man, loved him! As the stud's weight settled between her legs the girl felt her clit being crushed.
"Oh yes, yes, fuck, fuck," she pleaded when her clit seemed to catch fire.
"Told you I'd have you beggin' for it."
Diane didn't care about the past, about what he had told her. Only now mattered! She felt his ass shoving up high, getting his prick into position for the downstroke.
"Take it, baby, take my cock!"
He shoved down hard, his cock traveling like a hot knife through a tub of butter. Diane cried out, jerking her thighs against his body and riding him like a merry-go-round horse. Her cunt was getting hotter under his constant attack. Her body shuddered each time their hip bones ground together, his cock sending more and more chills rushing through her body.
"In, in, in!"
Diane was out of control. She felt full of prick, stuffed to the hilt with his meat. Her ass quivered with sensations as if it were full of cock too. She felt his cock suddenly tighten into an iron weapon as it slid continually over her clit. Instinctively the girl knew that this signaled the end of his control. In a few more seconds she'd feel his cum splattering into her cunt hole.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh!"
Billy rammed his cock faster and faster into her cunt, his balls so full of cum they ached. He started groaning as he felt the jizz bubbling up.
"Gonna shoot... now!"
Diane felt him slam his body into hers.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Ohhhhh God!"
For a second Diane thought her heart had stopped. There was a mad moment when she was teetering on the edge, when she fought for her breath. Her eyelids fluttered and her thighs shivered against Billy's legs. Every muscle in her body tightened while her nerves sparkled with unnatural electricity.
Diane felt her cunt and ass squeeze tight. The frantic teen gripped Billy even harder, raking her fingernails across his shoulders while kicking out one leg and hitting her toes hard against the headrest of the front seat.
"Ccccuuuuuuuuummmmm!"
Diane didn't care who heard her. She was out of control, spinning into some dark abyss like a plane without a tail. She could feel her cunt clutching along the eight inches of shooting cock meat as her body exploded like an atom bomb.
Pitching and tossing about like a boat in a hurricane Diane felt the throbbing of his cock more intensely than before. She was milking his prick, drawing out as much cum as she could while Billy held her down and kept fucking his prick in and out of her.
"That's it, baby, go for it, go for it," he whispered in one ear, flicking his tongue in the tiny waxy canal.
Diane exploded again and again, thinking she was going to pass out from exhaustion. Finally all the bright popping stars stopped. Her hands slipped off his back and down to the seat. Now only occasionally could the girl feel his cock throbbing against her cuntal walls. It was over, finally over. She had done it! She had really done it! Wouldn't Janie just be green with envy when she found out about this! Exhausted, she lay quietly on the rear seat, catching her breath.
"Good fucking, Diane! Really good fucking, God, you give good head too!"
Of course there was the problem of Billy telling people. He said he wouldn't, but Diane remembered hearing stories about some of the other girls. Had the boys spreading those stories told those girls the same thing? Diane felt a rush of fear for her reputation.
"We... we'd better be going, Billy. I think it's late. What time is it?" she asked, taking his right hand and twisting it around. Squinting in the dark she could see it was nearly ten! It would take them at least forty minutes to get back home. Oh God! She'd be late again and have to face her mother!
"Hey, what's the matter?" Billy grunted as Diane wriggled out from under him.
"Gotta get back home... I'm late," she muttered, shivering when the young stud's cock slipped from the tight grip of her pussy. Diane could feel cum oozing from her cunt hole and dribbling over her thighs. "Have you got something I could clean up with?"
She felt so messy! Billy was fumbling around in the back seat, his body weight still pinning her. Raising one hand, she wiped some of the steam from the rear window and peered into the night. She saw a couple of other cars around them, one or two bouncing frantically from side to side.
How her pussy still shuddered when she thought of the way Billy's cock had reamed her out! Even now she could feel his hands smoothing over her ass, her thighs, her tits while his mouth chewed deliciously along her pussy. And then when he'd sunk his cock into her cunt hole! But she couldn't think about that now! She had to get home before her mother found out about all this!
"Here, clean up. I'll climb over the top and get dressed," Billy said, swinging around and hauling himself over the back of the driver's seat.
Diane rubbed the rough cloth over her thighs, staring down at her violated cunt. The frazzled blonde hairs were damp with cum and perspiration. She had been violated--as her mother would say. Had the ceiling crashed down? Had there been thunder from God? Nothing like that had happened. No, she was quite alright. In fact, she was feeling on top of the world.
The girl smiled, dabbing her crotch then shoving the rag under the front seat. Billy was handing her her clothes. She'd dress in a hurry and go home. But oh, she wanted another date with Billy real soon! On the way back she'd have to find some way to make Billy promise to keep his mouth shut. If he could do that they would have months of fucking together.
"Okay," Diane whispered, buttoning her blouse and tucking it into her skirt. She'd check herself in the mirror before entering the house. Her mother shouldn't be too angry about her coming home a few minutes late.
"Call you tomorrow... maybe even tonight," Billy said, starting the car after Diane slipped over the back seat and settled down.
"That'd be nice," she cooed, resting her head against his shoulder as he backed out of the Lovers' Lane.
It was so good, so comforting to be like this with a man. Half-thoughts swirled around in her mind as they headed south for her home. Her mother and grandmother were the furthest things from her mind right now.
Once home, however, Diane remembered all her mother's lectures about boys and dates. Would she ground her? Diane ran quickly from the car, shooting a parting glance over one shoulder as Billy drove away. She stopped at the front portico, searching for her keys, seeing the living room lights blazing through the lace curtains. Her mother was up waiting for her. It was nearly eleven! As Diane put the key in the lock and turned it she knew there would be a scene.
"Is that you, dear?" There was the usual touch of irony in her mother's voice.
"Yes, Mother. I'm a little late," she said, closing and locking the door behind her. "We stopped for a hamburger after the movie."
Nancy rose from the living room couch and put down the magazine she'd been thumbing through. Gathering her soft bathrobe around her body, she studied her daughter. Had she done something this evening? Nancy couldn't tell. There had been a barrier thrown up between them during the last few years, a wall she was desperately trying to tear down. She had no one else but Diane in the world, and the thought of losing her drove her mad.
"Darling, I just hope you haven't done anything... I mean," Nancy said, seeing her daughter raise an eyebrow, "I mean, I hope you haven't done anything you'll be sorry for."
The words were coming out all wrong.
"No, nothing I'd be sorry for," Diane countered, adding that touch of irony in her voice Nancy caught.
"And I wish you'd wear blouses that aren't so... so revealing," Nancy said, rubbing her hands on her robe.
"I could go without a bra and blouse if you'd like."
Nancy bit her lip. "You don't have to be sassy, young lady." Why did it always end with sharp words? Nancy sighed and started for the stairway.
"I might be dating Billy soon. He's nice," the girl said, not daring to look at her mother.
"I thought we'd agreed on two dates a month," Nancy said, feeling a rush of excitement and fear course through her veins. Suspicion--and something like envy--reared its ugly head.
"I'm sixteen, Mother. Don't you think two dates a month is pretty silly?"
Diane stopped on the stairs, her forehead wrinkled with exasperation. Nancy could see she was driving her daughter away with all her morality, but what else could she do? Girls were killed every day! And others were knocked up, forced to support children they never wanted! Did her daughter want to wind up that way?
"Uhhh, I... I don't know. Maybe you're right."
Nancy felt as if she were losing a grip on her argument. She needed time to think. Her daughter's defiance added to the confusion she already felt because of the dog's licking earlier that evening.
"My nerves are a mess," she admitted. "Oh yes, your grandmother told me your cousin Paul is coming to visit us for a while. I think tomorrow." Nancy rubbed her sweaty palms on her robe once more.
"Paul?"
"Yes, you remember him--rather tall, lanky, nice-looking boy, I think."
Diane wrinkled her nose, starting to climb the stairs. "Kinda creepy, I think. Well, it doesn't matter. Good night, Mother."
Nancy could have screamed. She had so wanted to talk things out with her daughter. She had hoped they could reach some kind of understanding, some platform on which they would understand one another. Instead all she had accomplished w as to widen the gap between them even more.
Sighing, Nancy shrugged her shoulders and bent over to turn off the light. Shep was there in the kitchen, his handsome head tilted to one side, that long pink tongue hanging out of one corner of his mouth. The woman hesitated for a moment, her fingers trembling against the lamp. For one wild moment she thought... but no, no, that had been an accident, something that never should have happened and certainly wouldn't happen again.
"Go to bed, Shep," she said in a nervous voice, turning out the lamp. It would be a long, lonely night, she thought as she climbed the stairs.
* * *
Later that evening Diane was in bed, having showered and decided not to wear anything. It was a warm night. Resides, she liked the feeling of her body resting on the cool sheets. And there was something naughty about being naked like this, her body completely exposed. Oh, if Billy were to come back, to sneak up to her room and take her here--here with her mother and grandmother only a few feet away! She giggled, feeling her clit tingle at the thought.
The phone! Diane stiffened, then rolled over and quickly picked up the receiver. She hoped her mother hadn't heard it! It had only rung twice. Was it Billy? He had said something about calling.
"Hello?" she whispered.
There was silence, followed by lots of heavy breathing. It was Billy. She just knew it! She rolled onto her back, spreading her legs apart until her ankles touched either side of her small bed. She was starting to feel all hot and tight and tingly down there. She wasn't going to speak. That would be his job. Instead Diane was going to listen to him, listen to the dirty phone call she was getting.
"You don't have to talk, baby, I'm gonna do all the talkin'... just like I did all the work fucking your cunt tonight."
A shock of electricity shot through her body. "Ohhh, don't talk like that. My mother--"
"That's your problem."
While she lay there listening to Billy and getting hotter by the second, Diane didn't notice the door slowly opening. There was the soft patter of claws against the hard wood floor. Only when Shep was by the bed did Diane realize something was in the room with her.
"Oh!"
She froze again. For a moment she thought it was her mother having heard something. Looking down, she saw the dog's big eyes glistening in the dark.
"Something wrong?" Billy asked.
"No, no, nothing," Diane panted, putting the receiver back to her ear.
She started listening to his breathing, guessing what he was doing to himself. She thought about his cock and wondered if he had it in his hands, his fingers playing over it while he talked to her.
And then something happened that Diane would never understand later. Shep climbed onto the bed with one powerful leap, wedging himself between her partially raised knees. She jerked up, still holding the receiver to her ear, her breath having stopped. She stared with rounded eyes as the animal studied her, then backed away and dropped his head into her cuntal thicket.
The shock was nearly overwhelming. Diane nearly tossed the phone onto the floor. It was only with the greatest effort the young girl stayed on the bed, listening to her boyfriend while the dog did strange things, things that were making her strangely high.
"Oh baby, baby, I wanna be back with you again. I can still taste your cunt!"
Diane couldn't answer. Her vocal cords were frozen with horror. Shep was bumping her knees with his cold snout. The girl experienced a mixture of lust and shame and indecision. Instinctively she knew all she had to do was urge him on a little, show him she was a little interested in having him do more and...
"Your cunt's so nice and hot and real tight. Yeah, real nice and tight," Billy sighed, his breathing catching every now and then. "'Course I know that since I was the first one to fuck you."
Diane felt her pulse racing. Shep was sniffing at her cunt, sticking out his tongue and slicking it along her right inner thigh. Every square inch of her body tensed at that touch and the way Billy was telling her all sorts of delicious things. Diane closed her eyes, letting out a low groan while her fingers gripped the receiver more tightly than before. A feverish tingle swept through her belly. It was all some kind of dream, something she'd awaken from in a cold sweat.
But the rub of the sheets against her undulating legs was too real to be a dream. And the touch of the dog's tongue against her hot pussy was too real. No, this was reality. Her pet German shepherd was touching her cunt, licking her off while Billy talked dirty to her on the phone! It was something she could never tell anyone about--not Billy, not her mother, not Janie!
"Billy... I... "
It was the first thing she'd been able to say in several minutes. Her mind was so confused, so overloaded with all kinds of signals. The girl eased back, resting her spine against the headboard. She could see Shep better this way, watch his tongue slop up and down her thighs while his big bushy tail swept over her toes.
"I want to do real nice things to your body." Diane could hear his breathing get stronger. He sounded as excited as Shep was making her. "I wanna take off your clothes and... and take my cock... you know. I've got my cock in my hands now, making it nice and hard. Hear it?"
He fumbled with the phone. There was silence for a second, followed by a regular slick clicking and thumping sound. He was jacking off! He was jacking off and letting her listen to it! Another thrill washed over the young girl while Shep did all sorts of things to her pussy.
"Oh Billy... "
What kind of girl was she turning into? The thought of having a dog wedged between her legs doing this to her didn't seem to bother her, at least not while Billy was talking to her.
"I'm gonna suck your cunt real good this time... suck it and clean it out while I stick my fingers up your ass."
Diane flushed hotter. She felt the dog forcing her thighs apart, pressing the sloppy flooding folds of her cunt back so he could have more room to lick her clit. She wanted to push him away, kick him off the bed. It was wrong to have a dog doing something like this to her. She had heard stories about certain girls and their pets. But they were only dirty jokes--or so she thought.
Diane sucked in a ragged breath and wriggled her body against the sheets. She spread her thighs helplessly for the licking dog. She couldn't stop him as easily as she could stop the phone call.
"That's it, Diane. That's it. I wanna hear you get real hot--just like you did with me in the car," Billy cried.
Diane was ashamed she was letting this happen to her. But the hot sensations rushing through her overcame any sense of guilt for the second.
"Still there?"
Diane licked her lips, keeping the phone pressed against her ear. She felt the dog getting more and more excited. "Ohhh yesss... I... "
"I'm gonna eat those tits of yours until you start going crazy like you did before."
Diane remembered her half-words, her moans. She panted hard and felt dizzy as Shep seemed to gain another inch. He growled as he rimmed the tense edges of her cuntal mouth. She felt her muscles convulse deep inside.
"I bet you'll cum more than once before I get through with you."
Diane felt her pussy starting to convulse. The receiver slipped a little down her shoulder. She raised her knees, then let them fall farther apart. Shep growled with approval and scooted forward, his tongue lapping around her clit. The sound of her cunt being sloshed wet made her gasp with excitement.
"Man, I'm so damned horny I could come over there right now."
"No, no," Diane moaned, feeling herself rushing up toward climax. But this time it was a dog--her own pet--who was going to bring her off. How strange her life was becoming!
CHAPTER SIX
"All right, I won't come over. But I'm gonna make you cum right now... on the phone, make you think I'm riding you, baby, make you think you've been fucked by my cock again."
Diane felt her heart pounding in her chest. The dark air seemed to pulse with her own heartbeat as the words poured from the receiver and Shep licked hungrily at her frothing cunt.
"I'm gonna fuck you real slow. I'll let you put my prick in. You'll feel my cock sliding in this time, slopping into your cunt hole."
"Stop it, Billy. You're telling me... terrible things," she panted, her mind raging out of control.
"Things you wanna hear though, right?" he said, chuckling softly.
"Ohhh... "
He was right. Everything he said excited her, added to the soft licking sensation of Shep's tongue.
"Jesus, Diane. My cock's real hard now--real dark at the tip. You'll feel it when it goes in 'cause it'll stretch you like you were tonight. Yeah, you haven't been fucked much. I was the first one," he panted, his voice catching.
There was nothing except lots of heavy breathing for the next few seconds. Diane wondered if he was shooting his cum all over his legs. She was close, so very, very close as the dog lapped up and down her thighs, then drove his tongue back into her pussy. For one mad moment Diane wondered if Shep could taste some of the jizz from Billy's prick!
"Ohhhhhh, stop it Billy!" she panted, edging her body farther down on the bed. She was starting to move her ass up and down on the bed, rubbing it against the sheets while the wet, steady rub of Shep's tongue drove her higher and higher up the sexual plane.
"You... you're going to make me... ohhhh!" she cried.
"Gonna make you cum again, huh? Oh Jesus, baby, you're something else!"
Diane was going out of her mind. She didn't care if her mother was standing right there in the door and watching her perform. She was going to have another climax. Yes, oh God yes, she was going to make it a second time. She felt the coverlet gathering up under her body, felt the bed rocking, heard it squeak and groan as she thrashed around madly.
"Bet I can make you cum twice... even over the phone," he panted.
The ear piece was sweaty against her ear. Diane found it was almost impossible for her to hold the phone.
"I can do it real slow so you'll be begging for me to hurry. Maybe I'll tease you and keep you from cummin' till you're real nice to me."
"No, oh nooo!"
Diane shuddered. She had done so many crazy things today! She had fucked a boy, let him suck her cunt, then let herself suck his cock. And now she was in her own bed stark naked listening to his voice while her dog was licking her cunt!
"Yes, baby, yes. You're gonna feel me all over you."
This was insane, mad! She should have hung up the phone long minutes ago. But instead she held it to her ear still, listening to his breathing, his obscene words, and loving every second of it. And all the time Shep was there, his warm, fuzzy body pressing against her thighs while his magic tongue drew more juice from her fuck slot.
"I'm comm' over tomorrow night. Then we can go out and fuck, okay?"
Diane couldn't answer him. Her cunt was feverish, swollen. She bobbed her ass around in circles as the big shepherd brought her closer and closer to the final rush of excitement. Her feet banged against the bed while her chest tightened. It was Billy's mouth all over again. Only this time it wasn't Billy! It wasn't even a human! Oh God, God, she was cumming! In a flash of realization Diane could see she was going to climax right in Shep's mouth!
She was cumming--slowly, furiously. It was a delicious torture. Her calves cramped. She dug her heels frantically against the mattress.
"And then we can fuck all night. Tell your mom we're going to a double feature or something. And then I'll take you back to the drive and we'll go crazy in my car."
Diane was already going crazy. She hadn't been able to answer Billy for a while. Everything was drifting away from her. Everything, including his voice, sounded so far away. Diane groaned, heaving her ass wildly about as the spasms of climax raped every nerve. She knew Billy could hear her groaning and carrying on but there was no way she could be quiet about what was happening to her body. And there was no way, thank God, he could know what was really bringing her off.
"Uhhhhhh!"
The door was still partially opened. Her mother would have been able to hear her if she was still up! Thank God Nancy slept in another part of the house.
"Go for it... uhhhhh shit, baby, I'm shootin' my load," Billy groaned, the phone fumbling around his shoulder. "It's goin'... uhhhhooo... all over my fuckin' shorts."
Diane was dimly aware of the squawking phone as the full power of her climax convulsed her body. She arched her back, digging her head into the pillow behind while she jerked her ass from the bed. The dog's jaws gaped open as he raked his teeth along her cuntlips. Nothing, nothing in the world could have brought her off better than the way he was doing right now.
She could hardly draw a breath as more and more mind-blasting spasms rushed through her pussy. Suddenly she felt the phone slipping from between her chin and right shoulder. But it didn't matter, nothing mattered except the awful tightness spasming between her legs right now. The phone hit the floor, rattling against the side of her bed. The words, the hungry animal, her own sexuality blurred in the naked heat of her climax. She was cumming so hard! And each sting of her lust made her whimper through her nose like Shep as she whipped her hips back and forth against the animal's jaws.
"Billy... uhhhhhhh... "
Wild images washed through her mind as more spasms tightened and shot through her pussy. She thought of Billy's cock, that hot, stiff, thick thing that barely fit into her pussy. It was so natural! Fucking was so natural, so good. Why did people like her mother worry about it so? Why did they put it down when it was so good, so deliciously good?
Diane just couldn't think about things like that. Shep was growling, wiggling his snout back and forth. He was licking her until she couldn't take any more.
"Ohhh, stop, stop," she whispered to the dog, rubbing her legs against the bed.
The phone! Oh, what would Billy think? What did she care? She knew what he thought. They had been together in the back seat of his car and had done things, things that even now made her blush. Feeling the last of her spasms pass, the young girl reached over the side of the bed, picking up the phone and putting it to her ear. Dial tone. He had hung up.
"Shep," she whispered after having placed the receiver back on the cradle.
Diane patted the dog gently on the head, then lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. The German shepherd felt so good resting against her body. Had he wanted to do more? She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. In her imagination she and Billy were back together in his car. He was pressing her down on the seat and she felt his strong hips, his cock pressing against her belly. There was that convulsive beat of joy blasting through her cunt as she let him fuck her.
"No, Shep," she said, swatting the dog gently as he moved his snout back to her cunt. She had had more than enough that day. With another sigh Diane drifted off to sleep, feeling the dog still pressing against her body.
* * *
The next morning Diane hurriedly downed her breakfast, speaking little to her mother. She had to rush off and tell Janie all about last night--that is, everything about last night except her bout with Shep and Billy's dirty call.
Nancy watched her daughter scamper out of the house, calling over her shoulder that she'd be late for lunch--if she came home at all.
"Damn!"
Nancy stood at the sink, staring at the pile of dirty dishes. That's what her life had become, useless dirty dishes, something to be avoided by others. A shock of self-pity rushed through her. Glancing up at the clock, she saw it was only ten and still the woman felt the need for a drink. No, I won't, I'm not an alky, she said to herself putting both hands to her face and sobbing. But what else was there to live for?
That damned buzzer again! Nancy pulled her hands down and stared angrily at the soundboard. How she wished she had the courage to rip that damned thing from the wall and have some peace! But no, she had her duty, her mother was her burden. Straightening her hair she walked from the kitchen through the living room, slapping down Shep who had jumped onto her thighs and stuck his nose up her ass.
"No!"
She would have to have something done about that animal. She would have her mother put him away. He was driving her mad!
"Yes, Mother?"
The old woman was resting quietly in bed, her half-finished breakfast tray still poised between her legs.
"Has Paul come yet?"
"No Mother, not yet." Thoughts of the dog drifted through her head; for one mad moment Nancy wished she could tell the old woman exactly what she'd done under her nose. That would send Velma through the wall!
"Well, send him up when he does come."
"Mother," Nancy said hesitantly, glancing down the hall and seeing Shep sitting there by the stairwell. "It's about the dog. He's... acting strangely." Nancy felt herself trembling slightly. How could she say something like this? How could she make something so bizarre sound real? Her mother gave her an impatient look.
"Yes?"
"He bit me," she said. That was only part of it, the part she could tell.
"Bit you?" Velma shot her a disbelieving smile. "I don't believe it."
"On the leg," Nancy continued, feeling some of her former courage returning.
"Show me," the woman said after a pause.
"Well, it didn't leave any marks," Nancy answered, feeling as if she were losing ground fast. She always felt like that when she talked to Velma.
"If Shep didn't leave a mark on you then he probably wasn't biting. Just playing. He's an intelligent dog and strong-willed." Velma laughed, that horrible, hateful laugh! Nancy glared at her.
"Well, never mind, Mother, I'll deal with it some way," Nancy muttered, turning and backing out the doorway.
"And don't forget to send up Paul when he arrives," Velma called out.
Shep came up to the door as Nancy walked into the hall. She stopped and peered down at the dog. For a second she wanted to kick him. Then the woman realized she really wanted to kick Velma.
"Ohhh, to hell with it!" she groaned, clenching her fingers into two fists. There was nothing she could do about her situation so why fight it? There was always the liquor downstairs and the dog, if she had to have some relief. The dog! God, how low had she sunk?
"Go on, get out of here!" Nancy hissed through her teeth.
Nancy shooed him away with a broom, feeling her heart contract with fear and something akin to lust. What was happening to her? Leaning against the broom, staring out the window at the rock garden beyond, Nancy felt as if she were losing her grip on reality. Things were spinning out of control. It had been so easy before. She had managed somehow to keep control of her life. But now things were spinning away from the center. How did other people cope? Or did they?
That awful itch! It was back again, maybe even stronger than before! She had been so concerned about her daughter's goings-on that she had neglected herself, forgotten about what her own sexuality would drive her to. Putting the broom back against the refrigerator, Nancy moved quietly to the doorway, watching Shep lope away into the other room. She heard him padding quickly upstairs as she braced herself against the molding. Nancy bit her lower lip. Did she have the nerve to do it again with the animal? Everything in her background told her no! But...
The doorbell. Saved by the bell, she thought wryly as she walked from the kitchen to the front door.
"Oh... you must be Paul!"
"Aunt Nancy?"
How he had grown! For a moment the woman was thrown. She stood there like a fool, her eyes wide, her mouth slightly opened as she stared at the handsome young blond in front of her. He had one suitcase in his hand while another stood behind him. A taxi was driving off down the street. Of course this was her nephew. But somehow she hadn't expected someone quite so, so well-built, so, so tempting!
"Yes, of course. Oh, it's good to see you, Paul. Velma, my mother's been asking about you," she said, shaking off the stupor and backing into the house. How deliciously odd it was to have a man in the room again, even if it was just her nephew.
"Uh, please, make yourself at home. I wasn't expecting you quite so soon. Your mother just called and--"
"I decided to get down here a little early and check things out. Mom's a little behind my schedule. But she usually is.
Putting down both suitcases Paul looked around the large room, one hand on his hip. Then his eyes settled back on Nancy. His look had a vaguely disconcerting effect upon the woman. She dropped her eyes, fishing for some bit of family small talk.
"Everything fine at home?" she asked, surprised at how shaky her voice had become. Had he noticed it? What on earth was wrong with her?
"Sure, everything's great. They don't want me going away for school. But I guess all parents are like that. Where's Diane?"
Her daughter. Oh, there might be trouble there! Nancy could see the teenagers sneaking off somewhere to... she would have to be on the alert all the time. Oh God! What was she thinking of? She was starting to sound more arid more like that hateful woman upstairs who sneered at everything that promised some fun.
"At one of her girlfriend's. She'll be home later, I think. You know how girls are," Nancy said, realizing now what was making her feel funny. She was getting hot, sexually hot under her nephew's gaze.
Oh dear God, she was attracted to him! Her flesh crawled every time he looked at her. And the places around her nipples were starting to feel tight and itchy. Her cunt was moving, shuddering while juice started to flow from her pussy and dampened the crotch panel of her panties. The dog, her nephew, it was all getting horribly confused somehow! Nancy put one hand to her head and closed her eyes, feeling the room sway around her.
"Are you all right, Aunt Nancy?"
"Yes, yes, fine. Just a headache, nothing serious. Here, let me take you upstairs to see mother. Then I'll show you your room."
He was close to her, too close in Nancy's opinion. They had never been much of a touching family, Velma had seen to that. Right now the blonde wished Paul would stop looking at her, would back away and give her some breathing space. But he kept staring at her. He looked at her neck too and the expanse of her flesh where her blouse came together just over her tits. Was he feeling the same things she was? Oh, this was complete insanity! What right did she have thinking she could seduce her own nephew?
"She's upstairs, Paul."
"Sorry, Aunt Nancy, for staring at you like that. But I just can't believe you're in such well, you're not at all like mom. I mean, she's kinda... well, you know, fat. But you... " His voice dropped off.
Nancy blushed at these words, gripping the handrail. She had blushed all her life, just when she wanted not to. Paul stood close to her again by the foot of the stairs. He didn't act as if he wanted to leave. They were looking at one another much longer than necessary. Tearing her eyes off the handsome eighteen-year-old, Nancy climbed the stairs, again feeling the sexy rub of her cuntlips against her clit.
"I'm so glad you could stay a while with us, Paul. I'm sure we'll all get along fine," Nancy said as she reached the top of the stairs, not believing one word she said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It had been very difficult for Nancy at dinner that night. Diane kept fidgeting around, pestering her about going out with that boy, Billy. Nancy was trying to keep a conversation up with her nephew while dealing with her daughter and answering all of Velma's damnable calls on her buzzer. Finally she relented, letting Diane leave after barely paying civil respects to her cousin. Excusing her daughter's rude manners, Nancy found herself alone with Paul and once more doing everything she could to steer the conversation away from any reference to herself.
Finally Paul tired of the way things were going and rose from the table, helping her clear the dishes and then wandering off to his room. She had put him at the far end of the upstairs hall, next to Velma. There he'd be away from her, away from temptation. Yes, that's what he was--a horrible, damnable temptation. Incest! She couldn't even think about something like that. It would be her ultimate humiliation.
Shaking those thoughts from her head once more, Nancy turned on the dishwasher, flicked off the kitchen lights, and wandered into the living room. Everything was still except for the constant ticking of the grandfather clock in the foyer. Only one lamp was on, giving the room a soft, relaxed atmosphere. Going to bed was out of the question. She was too worked up, too excited over her nephew and his appearance to slip between the covers and fall asleep.
Sitting down on the large sofa, Nancy stretched one hand out and picked up a magazine. Flipping absently through it, she found her mind concentrating on various details of Paul's body--his broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, wavy blond hair, large-muscled arms. Her sister had said nothing about him working out the way he obviously did! But of course she hadn't really talked to Natalie much, not since she'd moved out and escaped their mother's iron grip!
She tossed the magazine down on the coffee table angrily. Her sister was scott free, and there she was, trapped in this golden cage. Of course she didn't have to work for her money. Everything was provided here--including the bars to keep her and her daughter prisoner.
"Need a drink," she muttered, rising and shuffling to the bar. Good old vodka, she thought, pouring the clear liquor in a glass and downing it. The burning sensation rushing down her throat felt good. Perhaps another would calm her nerves. Al ready she was starting to relax. Dumping several ice cubes in a glass, Nancy poured more vodka, swishing the liquor around then sashaying back to the couch. She felt her ass settling in the soft cushions as she put the glass to her lips and let more of the liquor burn down her throat.
"Mmmmm... "
The world was starting to feel comfortably fuzzy again. But that itch in her cunt, oh, it was growing hotter, more concentrated and intense. Checking over her shoulder and seeing herself alone, Nancy giggled, hiking up her skirt to her waist then reaching down and pulling down her panties. The rush of air against her hot pussymound wasn't to be believed! A creak in the floor! Her room. That was the only place she could go and be alone.
Taking the drink with her, Nancy stumbled drunkenly up the stairs, carefully holding the glass so as not to spill the precious liquor. For one mad moment she thought about going to Paul's room. But then she turned and padded down the hall, opening her door and quickly undressing. Naked! She was going to be naked!
Slipping from all her clothes, Nancy set the drink down on the right bed stand and rolled onto the bed. She was starting to feel a little better. Her problems were like little lumps of poison that were dissolving under the vodka. She gulped down more, feeling the liquor warming her belly. Squirming up until her back rested against the pillows, the woman slipped her hands down over her belly. It felt so good. Looking down, she studied the abundance of cuntal hairs that curled around her cuntlips. Yes, any man would want her, even a young stud like her nephew, Paul.
Nancy smiled dreamily, cupping one hand under her tits and feeling them. That touch gave her a chill. At first she thought about not touching herself any more. But the liquor had made her less careful about her actions. She kept her hand there, thumbing her nipples until they grew warm and stiff and pushed up out of the surrounding areola. The effect was mind-blowing. She sensed the tension building up in her body. Nancy knew what kind of tension it was! Thoughts of her nephew--of the dog--raced through her mind once more.
"Must stop, must stop thinking like this," she whispered to herself, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip as a spasm passed through her cunt.
How her skin tingled! How her muscles tensed along her thighs, pushing out the tendons against her flesh while she fanned out her toes. Rubbing the backs of her legs against the coverlet, Nancy felt the fire building between her thighs.
Her fingers slipped a little lower, fanning out, reaching for her drooling cunt slit! Already she could feel the wiry curls tickling the sensitive skin under her nails. Arching her back, rolling her head from side to side against the headboard, the panting woman spread her legs farther apart. If only someone were here to take care of that awful itch between her thighs! Again she thought of her nephew and of the dog!
Her throat was so tight, so dry! More of her juices were flowing from her pussy, slicking down her thighs, dribbling down into her ass crack. Nancy tensed those big ass muscles, rocking her hips from side to side while still thumbing her stiff nipples. When she rocked her hips like that the soft heat spread like a red fog, juice leaking out to dot the blonde curls. Even after last night with that dreadful dog she was burning for more.
"Ohhhh... "
Sex. Pure and simple sex, that's all she wanted, all she needed. But nothing was ever that simple. There was always Velma peering down into her goings-on, and Diane to worry about. How could she possibly discipline her daughter when she was whoring around and satisfying her sexual appetite? No, she would have to curb the feelings rising higher and higher in her.
"I... I can't do this... just can't," Nancy whispered to herself, trying to draw her hand away. The fingers were shaking, only inches away from her cuntlips. It was impossible for her not to touch herself. She had gone too far. How stupid it was for her to finger-fuck herself. A grown woman, an attractive woman, reduced to fingering herself like some frightened little girl! Nancy paused, feeling shame wash over her like a tidal wave!
And then she heard a sound near her bed! She stiffened in fright, her knees knocking together as she snapped her legs together. For one wild moment she thought it might have been Paul, attracted to her room by her low moans and gasps. But no! Peering down over her toes, she saw a large furry object. Shep! He had shouldered the door open and trotted in.
Sitting on his haunches, his head tilted to one side he stared up at her. That tongue! That awful, wonderful pink tongue lolled out of his mouth and dripped saliva. Doggie spit! Nancy sat up, looking first at the dog, then at the half-opened door. She could still shoo him out just as she'd chased him from the kitchen a few moments ago. But that burning between her thighs had changed so many things in the past seconds. Now Nancy no longer felt like herself. For a moment she hesitated, both hands drawn to her lips, the fingers pressing in. Her mind whirled around madly.
Then she felt herself getting up, walking shakily to the door and closing it, carefully turning the bolt. It was the vodka--it just had to be the liquor making her do this! Nancy moved like a zombie, walking back to the bed and sliding onto the mattress, shoving her legs apart until her cunt was completely exposed to the animal.
"Shep," she whispered, drawing one hand over her belly, then pushing it down, down toward her hot, swollen cunt. "Come here, Shep."
There could be no mistaking what she wanted now. The dog barked, then jumped onto the bed, the springs squeaking and groaning from the weight. Nancy sucked in a ragged breath and held it, not knowing what to expect. Looking through her lashes she saw the animal pause for a second, staring at her, staring with those slanted, wolf-like eyes of his. A thrill such as she'd never known rushed through her mind and body.
And then he moved forward, placing his paws on her thighs. She felt the nails biting into her flesh, but the blonde did nothing. Nancy could feel her cuntal muscles twitching, growing hard and tight as the dog dropped his head, his breath panting through her cuntal curls.
It was just like last night, only better. Now she was fully aroused and less afraid, less shocked by what she knew was going to happen. Surely this was far better than having her scratching the carpet in front of her nephew's bedroom door, yowling for his cock!
That first touch of his tongue on her belly made her muscles twitch and cramp up with fear and excitement. She drew her legs up a little, the tension created from that move pulling her cuntlips stickily apart. Every square inch of her body felt alive to his touch. Yes, his touch. She wanted Shep touching her all over, licking her all over as he'd done the night before. But she wanted it rougher, more intense.
"Ohhhh no... oh... my... God!"
Things were happening so quickly. She couldn't keep track of all her racing emotions. She was opening herself up to the dog, opening her cunt up to his dripping maw. The sensation of his panting breath against her thigh flesh was almost too much for her to bear! Nancy tightened her ass muscles, squirming on the bed, feeling the coverlet gathering up under her. The dog was starting to lick her!
She closed her eyes, breathing heavily. How the air burned her nasal passages as she filled her lungs and twisted her body under the big animal! The bed was squeaking under her and Shep as she completely gave herself up to the animal.
"Yes, Shep, yes... oh God, touch me... touch me there!" Nancy bit her lip, telling herself she had to be quiet.
She pressed one cheek against the pillow and slowly let her knees fall apart. The dog was going wild. His tongue slopped over the tender flesh of her inner thighs, each lap bringing out more and more juice. At times Nancy jerked her knees tog ether, feeling the dog's furry coat tickling her flesh. A man's cock rubbing against her cuntal mound! That's exactly what Shep's tongue reminded her of. But that was the problem--it was only a reminder, a cheap substitute for the real thing! She wished she could have someone strong--someone like her nephew--on top of her, his body pinning her to the bed while his prick pushed apart her cuntlips and gurgled deep into her body.
Flashes of fire raced through her pussy. Nancy dropped her hands to her sides, her fingernails digging into the coverlet and pulling it tight around her body. Each lick of his tongue was lovely, wonderful friction! Her knees slipped apart fart her this time. She was opening up as much of her body as she could to the panting animal. Her ankles rubbed against the bed, then touched his hindquarters.
Shep whined, moving around a little, burrowing his snout into her cunt a little deeper. Oh, how he nuzzled his black nose between her swollen labes! He was tasting her, tasting all the juice seeping from her velvety pussy. So gently, so delicately he was petting that long pink tongue around her inner cuntlips, then sliding it up, up to her clit! How her mind exploded the moment his tongue touched that sex center!
"Wawwwhwhwhh!"
Again she drew her hands up to her mouth, clamping one palm over her lips and pressing down so hard she cut them against her teeth. No, she couldn't cry out like that, she might alert both her mother and nephew that something was going on. Even Shep seemed to sense she was going too far too fast. He slowed down his licking, tilting his head and looking up curiously at her. That stare! That gaze! It had such a look of subtlety about it, an intelligence that frightened her! Nancy drew in a ragged breath and turned away from the animal. A dog! Just a damned dog! That's all he was. The shepherd rested on his belly between her spread thighs. She could feel his hot breath tickling over her cuntal curls as he wet down her pussy again and again with his tongue! The wonderful sound of his maw slopping over her cunt sent shivers racing up and down her spine. Nancy was rocking her hips faster, more frantically than ever! Sweat broke out on her upper lip and forehead as she jerked and twitched in the rhythm of hard fucking.
Fucking! Yes, that's what her body hungered after. After all this foreplay she needed a cock, a nice strong, hard cock slipping into her cunt. And all she was going to get for her money was a dog's tongue. No, she couldn't think of it that way! It would drive her mad. Just flow with the feeling, drift with it as the animal licked.
"Yes, oh yes, there... touch me there!"
Again she was directing the excited animal. The sexual hunger of her body forced out all thoughts except those of fucking. She was completely taken over by lust. Her hands reached down to her belly and found the dog's snout, his tongue. He was licking her knuckles, touching the itchy places between her spread fingers, then sliding his tongue under her digits and taking care of her pulsing cunt.
"Oh yes, yesssss," she hissed between her teeth.
The woman tightened her ass and thigh muscles again, pushing up with the soles of her feet and moving her ass up, giving Shep more of her cunt to eat. He sensed her rocketing excitement and whimpered through his nose. Now he was licking the bottom of her ass with that tongue and lapping back, back into the split of her asscheeks. He was trying to touch her asshole! The thought sent more sparks of lust shooting through her pussy! She felt so wet, so hot, so tight all over!
"Ohhh noooooo!"
Her body was trembling, shaking. That pink tongue drove up and down her cuntal crack and felt so shamelessly good. Her clit burned like a tiny glowing jewel from the steady lapping friction. Fanning her fingers along the dog's thick neck, the woman inched her knees back until every hollow and fold of her cunt was completely exposed. How delicious his tongue felt now. Those chilly flashes of heat were getting more frequent. She could feel herself teetering on the brink of another orgasm with Shep.
Gasping, babbling to him as if he were her lover, Nancy brought her feet together at the sides of his head and petted him with her toes. The stiff tickle of his coat against the tender places between her toes made her throw her head from side to side. Drool oozed from the corners of her mouth as she moved her ass up, then let it fall back to the mattress again. She twisted her hips from side to side so the dog could lick more of her pussy.
"Uhhh... ooooohhhh!" Nancy didn't care about anything any more. No, nothing mattered except this dog. He was driving her insane with his licking. "Fffuuuuccckkkk!"
Her voice sounded thick, broken. She was panting heavily now, working her ass around in frantic circles while crying excitedly through her nose--crying as the animal was whimpering. She was burning up with lust, feeling as if her body was on fire! The more she moved her ass, the more she shifted her thighs from side to side the more pleasure the dog brought with that magic tongue!
Soon, very, very soon she was going to explode with a wild climax. Nancy tilted her cunt up, feeling the dog's tongue touch her all over down there. She petted him excitedly, unable to even speak.
"Yesss... "
The dog let out a yelp then nuzzled between her slick cuntlips. Once more Nancy thought of Paul, thought of how good it would feel to have his cock in her. That image brought on the rush of her cum. She pitched on the bed, bucking her ass against the dog's jaws. His teeth cut her slightly and that resulting acute tickle brought out more groans of mindless pleasure from the frantic woman. Scissoring her legs tightly around the dog's back, the woman tossed her head from side to side, feeling her hair splashing over her throat. Her thighs were filled with an itching, teasing fire. She shivered, bucking her body so wildly she nearly pitched the dog over the side. But Shep stayed with her.
"Uhghhhhhh!"
Her climax was wildly slow. If only she had a cock! If only she had a prick inside her! Crying out as the animal licked his tongue around in tight little circles, Nancy came, jerking like a speared fish. Finally she thrust her fingers into her cunt, feeling her muscles spasming, tightening against her probing. hand as the dog whimpered and licked her whitened knuckles.
When she opened her eyes again, the dog was next to her breathing slowly, steadily. What's to become of me? Nancy wondered, her vision blurred by tears of shame and guilt. A dog. Was that all she was good for, sex with a dog? Shep whimpered, snuggling closer against her. It would be a long night.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Ohhhh, your mouth... you're killing killing... meeeeeeee!"
Diane couldn't believe the feelings rushing through her right now. And it was all because of Billy, Billy and his magic tongue! He had her spread out naked on a blanket, her knees digging into the soft ground, her ass shining with his saliva. Behind them the car stood, a lone guardian there on Mulholland Drive. Billy had dropped back, wiping the saliva off his chin and cheeks. His long thick cock stood straight out of his crotch like a barber pole.
"I told you I'd have you prancing your ass for it," he whispered, his voice throaty, cracked.
It was better, much better than she could have dreamed. Bizarre images of the dog licking her and Billy fucking her flashed through Diane's mind as she lay face down on the blanket he'd thrown over the grass moments ago. Oh, how her heart pounded when he took off her blouse, slipped off her bra and panties, then lay her down on the blanket. When he rolled her over, Diane thought she'd faint from excitement.
And then, oh yes, and then he had started tonguing, washing her all over with his saliva. When he touched her clit, wedged his chin and cheeks between her asscheeks and lapped at her clit with that marvelous tongue of his, Diane screamed. It was just like Shep, maybe better! Hot, chilly flashes raced through her cunt, making the walls slap together as the muscles convulsed at the light, teasing touch.
"Ohhhh, gonna have a good time fuckin' you tonight," Billy panted.
She thought her heart had stopped for a moment. She clenched and unclenched her fingers, digging them into the soft blanket. It would be so wonderful having his cock inside her, ramming all the way down into her pussy hole!
"Uhhhhh... "
He was back again, sticking his tongue into her asscrack, touching her asshole, licking the wrinkled, gray-pink flesh while holding her asscheeks far apart. Down, down went that searching tongue, down into her pussy once more while his fingers kneaded her ass. It was one of the best feelings she had ever experienced in her young life!
"Try it this way."
She felt his hands gripping her by her narrow hips, tugging her ass high in the air. She started to push herself up on her elbows but felt too weak to do anything. Laying her face to one side, Diane found herself gasping for air like a drowning man, her cunt hot and runny with juice and spit. Billy was breathing hard and heavy behind her.
"Ohhhh, Diane, yeahhh... "
She stiffened a bit, feeling something very hard and stiff and hot pressing against her outer cuntlips. There was some resistance, but nothing like the night before. Already it was forcing itself through. With a shudder the teen felt her cunt lips flatten back. That juicy cock head was going in, picking up the slickness oozing from her fuck slot. When it touched her clit, Diane thought she was going to die!
She swayed her body from side to side, clawing at the blanket frantically. Her eyes pinched tight as a particularly strong spasm passed through her cunt. Billy was telling her things, awful, wonderful things about her body, about how wonderful it was, about how good it felt to have her cuntal walls pressing up against his cock. She shivered at his touch, at his words, glad she had decided to fight for this date. Oh, if only her mother knew what she was missing! Perhaps if she went out with men and let them do this to her she wouldn't be so cranky and disagreeable all the time.
"Like it, Diane? How does it feel?"
"Ohhhhhh, it feels soooo weird. Like you re going to split me apart like this... oooooohhhhhhhh!"
Billy stopped, dragged his cock back a little, then tensed his hips and shoved back in once more. Her cunt stretched wide apart, the itchy walls convulsing and fluttering against the invading prick. Then suddenly the muscles cramped, tightening around Billy's cock. A shot of delicious pain made Diane gasp.
"Hey, relax. You've gotta let me inside just like last night."
"Can't... can't help it," she panted, sweat streaking her flushed cheeks.
Concentrate! Concentrate! She told herself again and again. Finally the muscles softened and again she felt his cock sliding in deep. Ohhh, how weird it was feeling that added mass inside her belly! And when she heard the slick noises of his cock shaft sliding deeper, the girl shivered once more. Everything about Billy was so sexy, so exciting!
"I know I can't take much more," she gasped, another spasm raking over her cunt.
"Come on," he moaned, feeling her cunt tighten around his cock. "You took it all last night."
Diane couldn't believe she'd taken anything this big and hot. It made her dizzy just to think about doing this with a cock the size of that stud's. And when he pulled it back, oh, it felt as if he were dragging her insides out with it.
He pressed deep again and this time his prick went in all the way, one fat ball nestled against her asscheek. For a while he was still resting against her ass, catching his breath. Then he started moving, sliding his cock back and forth, in and out, a little at a time, building his rhythm and fucking distance.
"Ohhhh... "
Diane felt herself becoming breathless. Billy was moaning and touching her asshole. Ohhh, how she pranced her ass for him at the teasing sensations of his roaming fingers. Did he like her to move like that? He seemed very still, and then, suddenly, he began fucking her hard and fast.
One finger, one terrible finger stabbed her in the ass! She started, her eyes bulging, her mouth opening and a rush of air coming out. What was he doing? The girl bolted forward, nearly pulling free of Billy's fucking cock.
"Take it easy," he growled, wriggling his finger around her tight asshole and laughing at her when she started to scream.
"Take it out!"
He was touching her in that awful place, making all sorts of wild sensations race out from her violated asshole to her cunt and tits. How strange! When he moved that fingertip around in small circles, hot flashes shot from her asshole to her clit, making that nerve-rich sex center throb and pulse like it never had. Diane pulled her face into a mask of concentration, waiting for him to do something else.
"Like it, huh?"
"No, no, Billy, take it out! Don't do... aaaawwwwwwkkk!"
Her face paled, her nostrils flaring and her eyes popping open wider as a second finger slipped in, twisting around her asshole with the first. At the same time the young athlete kept plugging her, fucking her cunt for all he was worth.
"Nice and tight down there, baby, nice and tight."
Quivers of heat flashed through her belly and down to the flesh of her inner thighs. It was as if she were in some awful trance! Images, awful images, shot through her mind as Billy fucked her. She could feel the huge cock inside her body increase its spasms. It was jerking with the fury she felt in her clit. Each time her cuntal folds oozed more hot juice over his steaming cock head his prick bucked. That cock was pistoning in and out, in and out, faster and faster until the girl thought his cum would come rushing out any moment.
And then, then he stopped, his cock still halfway in. His fingers were still twisting around in her ass, the nails scraping the slick lining of her bowels.
"What... what are you doing to do?" She gasped, feeling Billy was deciding something without her.
"Plenty!"
With that he dragged his cock out. It was so deliciously strange to feel her elastic cuntal walls collapsing behind his retreating prick head. In a moment he was out of her cunt hole, rubbing his fingers up and down his vein-roped cock. Then she felt him shifting position slightly, tugging her ass up, pressing his legs against the backs of hers. In a moment Diane felt his cock head touching her asshole! No, oh no, he couldn't be thinking... he just couldn't be thinking about fucking her there!
"Uhhhghhhh... no, no, don't put it there, Billy! Ohhhhhh, awwwkwkk! Nooo!"
Diane tried crawling away, stretching out her cramped arms and clawing at the blanket. But he had her too tight in his grasp for her to wiggle out from under it. He was holding her asscheeks widely apart now, having taken out his two fingers. Again the girl tried to escape, but there was that restraining set of hands gripping her hip bones, the fingers bruising her flesh. She could feel her asslips puckering in from the pressure. Billy was grunting behind her, tensing his thighs, shoving his dock in, into her asshole!
With a squawk the girl felt her ass muscles finally giving way. There was a sharp pain that radiated out to the curves of her ass, a pain that made her clit throb like mad! He had done it! He had fucked his way into her ass! Oh, it was so strange, so weird! The girl snapped her head from side to side, her long blonde hair splashing over her knuckles. Again and again Diane cried out to Billy. She wanted to get fucked in the cunt, not the ass.
But the young man only gasped for breath, regaining his control then putting on more pressure.
"Ughhhhh!"
Her stomach contracted, cramps aching the muscles in her thighs, legs and ass. Tears oozed from her eyes, burning into her nose as more of that fat greasy cock slipped into her asshole.
"Like it? Oh yeahhh, you're tight down there, real tight."
Waves of shame and guilt washed over her as she crouched there like a bitch-dog being fucked in the ass!
"Take it, you little bitch! It feels good. Everything feels real good to you, right?" Billy snarled, carried away by his rising sexuality.
Diane sobbed, clawing desperately at the blanket under her body. For a moment the girl thought he was tearing her bowel lining. Something as big as his cock up her ass would surely do some damage. She sucked in a ragged breath, let it out, then sucked in another. His fingers tightened around her hip bones once more, holding her in place, then sliding his up and under her belly until he touched her nipples. Squeezing them, pinching, rolling them around between his thumb and forefinger like peas, Billy made the girl squeal with pain and delight.
He was turning into a kind of sadist, purposely hurting and degrading her with his body. And he was splitting her wide open with that cock. Still fucking his way into her body with his huge prick, the young stud was telling her all sorts of things, calling her all sorts of names.
"Fuckin' slut, bitch. Man, you've been prancing that ass around. You couldn't wait to get me between your legs last night. And now... ughhh... now you're getting me up your ass. You dig it, right?"
"No, no!" the helpless girl protested, shaking her head from side to side. More tears streaked her cheeks as she crouched under the young animal. She let out another yowl, thrashing like a wild woman!
"Take it, baby, take it. When I get my cock all the way in you won't want me to stop!" He was sliding his prick in farther and farther. Bright lights popped in front of her as the cramps eased in her legs and ass. As hard as it was to believe, Diane knew her body was accepting his cock in the ass. In a moment she could feel the wiry hairs around his cock tickling over her ass flesh, his balls pressing up against her asscrack. In! He was all the way in!
"Oh yeah, yeah, you really dig this a lot," Billy whispered in one ear.
Diane twisted helplessly under him, feeling his fingers wandering up and down her cunt, touching her clit, toying with the little sputtering organ while his cock started chugging in and out of her asshole. Slowly, to her surprise, Diane started responding to that fucking cock. How the nerve-endings there in her ass responded to that stimulation.
"Unnghhhhh!"
Billy hunched forward again, completely burying his cock head and the eight inches of prick meat behind it. He slid his fingers back and forth across the juicy cunt slot, feeling her cuntal muscles clenching at thin air.
"Ask for my cock, baby! Beg for it."
"Oh, oh!"
Billy grunted with satisfaction as Diane shivered with delight. She was moving her ass from side to side now wishing he would change his mind and fuck her in the cunt. She wanted to have something good and stiff sliding in and out of her cunt. Fingers weren't enough. Why didn't he fuck her in the cunt?
He was plugging her faster and faster. Her mind was whirling around, a wild kaleidoscope of colors flashing across her brain.
"Fuck it out, man, fuck it out!" Billy panted behind her.
He was changed, so changed since he'd slipped his cock up her ass! Diane didn't know him! He was calling her terrible names, laughing at her distress while he pile-drove his cock into her asshole. And yet she didn't care. He had her shoving her ass back, begging for his cockmeat as his prick glided farther up her tight little asshole.
"Fuck it out, man, fuck it out," Billy cried, grinding his hips forward until his cock was pushed up to the hilt. The girl thought the cock head was going to come out of her mouth for a moment. It was crazy, so wild, feeling him fucking her like that!
"Hurry, hurry!"
His fingers were stabbing deep into her cunt while his cock fucked her ass. The girl's body jerked with each powerful fucking thrust, her tits rolling and slapping together while sweat slicked her body.
"Man, oh man!"
Billy had straightened out a little; his head thrown back, sweat burning into his eyes. His hips were working like crazy now, slamming his cock meat into her ass while his fingers rolled and pinched her clit. Diane could feel her cuntal walls fluttering, spasming wildly while her ass caught fire! The girl felt her throat start to throb in time to her clit and asshole. Her whole body felt as if it were about to explode!
"Now!" Billy warned, his fingers tightening around her cunt.
Diane felt the athlete's cock throb in the tight grip of her ass, sensing the waves of her own orgasm starting deep in her cunt as well. The walls shook, clutched and grabbed at Billy's fingers.
Diane swayed drunkenly, thinking someone had touched her body with a branding iron. Waves of incredible heat flashed through her mind and body as her climax took hold. She was sent floating away, moaning, screaming and sighing as she wiggled against that hairy belly touching her ass. Waves of wild satisfaction washed through her, sapping every ounce of will and strength she had. Collapsing totally on the blanker, Billy fell on top of her, pushing her to the ground.
Wrapping his arms around her, the young man kept his cock still embedded in her asshole. At times she felt him touching her cunt, making her pussy flutter!
"Why... why did you do that?" Diane finally dared ask. Her throat was still tight. She was barely able to keep back the tears.
"Come on, Diane. You like it. It was different. That's what all this is about, right?"
Diane thought, letting out a long, shuddering sigh. "I... don't know," she answered hesitantly, thinking about her mother, Shep, her home. Billy had hurt her, degraded her by this act, and Diane wasn't sure she wanted to see him again.
"Hey, don't be like that. If you really don't like it, I promise I won't do. it again." A tear escaped from one eye. Diane blinked. She had enjoyed it, and that was what frightened her. She enjoyed having her ass fucked like that. First the cherry popping, then the dirty phone call and the dog licking off her cunt, and now this ass-fuck. Where was it all going to end?
"I think I wanna go home now, Billy," Diane said, feeling his cock finally going soft in her ass.
"Okay, okay," he sighed, rubbing her cunt for the last time.
Too much, too fast, the teen thought, closing her eyes and shivering as Billy started pulling his prick from her asshole.
CHAPTER NINE
"I'll take these outside, Aunt Nancy."
Paul had slipped off his shirt and was squatting down, his big hands wrapped around a bushel of trash Nancy had cleaned out from the basement. Adjusting the bandanna around her hair, the woman wiped her palms on her shorts, feeling gritty from the cleaning chore. Since Paul was around she decided to give the house a thorough cleaning and going over. Her mother was, of course, pleased that everyone was working.
And Diane! Nancy knew something was wrong. It had started the evening of her second date with Billy. The following morning her daughter was listless, hanging around the house, sitting on the couch and thumbing through magazines. The perk was gone.
At first Nancy thought it might be the flu, but no, Diane seemed well enough. Something had happened on that date, something that had changed her daughter. And yet, when she tried talking to Diane, the girl clammed up, eyeing her suspiciously and all, but telling her to get out of her life! Nancy had retreated once more to the bottle, swilling down the vodka, feeling her cunt warm up, sensing her mind drifting back toward Paul and the dog.
"Thank you, Paul. I think we've finally got a handle on this mess," she said, dabbing the perspiration from her forehead and leaning against the sink counter.
Her nephew was standing in the kitchen doorway, the basket in his hands. God, how handsome he was! His chest looked so massive, glistening with sweat. She swallowed hard, rubbing her sweaty palms along the sides of her shorts. Those thoughts just had to stop. She couldn't be dwelling on the impossible. She'd go mad if she did!
"Do you mind if I look around the neighborhood for a little while after I dump this? I've been here a couple of days and--"
"Oh, of course, Paul," Nancy said, laughing easily. "I don't want you to be a prisoner in this house."
I am, that's more than enough, she thought to herself, wondering where Diane was. Perhaps over at her girlfriend's. Things were getting so confused lately! Nancy felt the need for a nice tall drink even though it was only one in the afternoon.
"That's great. I'll be back in plenty of time for dinner."
Nancy watched her nephew stroll out of the kitchen. Folding her arms across her tits, she studied his long legs and tight ass. Biting down on her lower lip, she turned and rubbed her arms with her fingers. It was wrong no matter how you sliced it! She was standing there, pressing her knees together, moving her hips around so she could feel the slide of her cuntlips against one another, musing about her nephew and how he would feel between her legs, touching her all over. And his cock! Oh yes, a hard young cock steaming in and out of her cunt hole. The more she thought about it, the more it drove her mad!
Glancing out the window for the last time and watching Paul slip a white t-shirt over his head, Nancy wandered into the living room, feeling terribly, terribly lost. She paused at the bar, hesitating, feeling a throbbing thirst in her throat. This house was driving her into the bottle!
"Oh, what does it matter anymore?" she sighed, pouring herself a tall drink and swilling down the comforting liquor.
She sighed, throwing back her head and closing her eyes. She rocked from side to side, feeling her ass and pussy rubbing against her shorts.' That was such a sexy feeling! Nancy smiled dreamily, feeling her heart and pulse increasing while her throat tightened again. Her fingers shook. Oh God, God, she was going to fall again. Yes, she was going to start looking for Shep. Nancy could feel the rush coming on.
"Shep?" She whispered his name, feeling chills rush up and down her spine. The dog was nowhere around. "Damn!"
Taking another drink for courage, Nancy walked back into the kitchen, peering out the window. Paul was gone, good. She locked the back door. There would be plenty of time to push the animal away if she heard anyone come into the house.
"Shep?"
There were some sounds in the basement. Opening the door once more, Nancy carefully made her way down the wooden stairs, narrowing her eyes and peering through the semidarkness. She should have listened to her mother. Velma was right about one thing--more lights really were needed down there.
Balancing her drink carefully in one hand, Nancy reached the bottom and looked around. There were empty cardboard boxes strewn around the concrete floor. All the trash was gone but a musky aroma stayed. It would be days, perhaps weeks before the smell cleared. Nancy wrinkled her nose and made her way to the old foldout couch.
"Shep?"
There was some noise behind the sofa. Peering over the top, she caught sight of the handsome German Shepherd chewing on an old toy she'd given him years ago. Calling out his name once more and feeling her body growing strangely light, Nancy saw she was getting no response. The animal stopped his gnawing, rolled his eyes up to her, then went back to his playing.
What was wrong? Something was wrong, out of sync! Normally the dog had been more than anxious to seduce her. But now? He was chewing that damned rotten bone and ignoring her. Maybe he was glutted with sex. Leaning against the sofa, Nancy took another long drink, emptying the glass. Turned down by a dog, no, that was something she couldn't stand. There had to be something that would attract his attention.
"Shep?"
Moving around to the back of the sofa, Nancy slipped off her sandals, touching his body with her bare feet. Her knees were knocking together while the flesh crawled between her tits. Still no response! Sliding her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her shorts, the woman pushed them down past her knees and stepped out of the garment.
"Please, Shep," she whispered, not believing she had sunk this low--pleading with a dog! Still the animal ignored her.
"Damn you!"
Sliding her halter off, Nancy tried everything short of dangling her cunt in front of him. But nothing worked. The frantic woman pushed both hands against her mouth, thinking she would go insane in a moment. Then an idea struck her and she turned, padding back up to the kitchen.
Rummaging through the cabinets, Nancy found a bottle of A-1 steak sauce. Just the thought of what she was going to do with it made her body and mind chill. Her cunt was throbbing hard enough now to make it difficult to walk. She went back down the basement stairs, the bottle clasped tightly in one hand. Shep had left his bone and was ready to climb back up to the kitchen.
"Oh no you don't... at least, not yet," she warned, snapping her fingers while walking over to the sofa.
Shep whined, following her, curiosity registering in his eyes. Sitting down carefully on the dusty sofa, the woman unscrewed the metal cap and tilted the bottle to one side. The cold brown liquid fell on her belly, making her flesh shiver. Oh, it was awful to think about what she was doing an d why, but Nancy couldn't help herself. She needed that dog, needed something to take care of that awful pulsing itch between her thighs.
Shep watched, his head tilted to one side. Then Nancy saw his nostrils quivering as they picked up the scent of her overheated cunt and the meat sauce she was rubbing around it. It was working! Oh God, her plan was working! She sat there breathless as the dog bounced up next to her, hesitated only for a moment, then began licking at the spot where the liquid had dribbled onto.
"Ohhh... "
Nancy straightened her legs, throwing back her head and feeling that wonderful tongue touching her all over. Yes, oh God yes, this was the piece of heaven she'd been searching for! Sucking in a ragged breath, the woman quivered with anticipation, eager to have the dog bury his muzzle in her cunt once more. Oh God, she was acting like a bitch in heat--his bitch in heat. Well, that's what she was, a true bitch, something Shep could play with, could--fuck. Fuck? No, no, that was going too far. There had to be limits, boundaries over which she wouldn't step.
"Shep!"
She called out his name, moving her ass from side to side on the sofa. She shook more of the sauce onto one palm and rubbed it into the tangled thatch of her cunt hairs. She felt thrilled to be greasing herself and was even more excited because the animal was licking her clean. His tongue went wherever she smeared the brown sauce. Trying it around her knees, around her navel, Nancy found the big German shepherd following the stuff. It was incredible! Nancy found herself moving her hips against the cushions of the old sofa. Little puffs of dust rose as Shep broadened his position above her. "Good dog," she gasped.
Nancy spread her thighs a little, shaking the bottle directly over her steamy cunt. She could feel the cool liquid drenching her cunt, making the muscles spasm with the temperature difference. Oh, it was dripping down into her asscrack. Shep hunched forward, starting to eat at her cunt with a wildly uninhibited appetite. His cold nose moved up and down through her slit, forcing her inner labes apart. He was stretching her cuntal mouth with his nose, the short, stubby hairs tickling her pussy meat excruciatingly!
Oh, oh, she had been wanting this for several days, days where she tried to deny herself this pleasure! And for what? For some foolish abstract sense of morality! It was that same sense that made her come down on her daughter. Perhaps she should reexamine those laws, old, horrid laws laid down by Velma long ago.
Something was buzzing far away. Was her mother ringing for her? Nancy smiled dreamily, spreading her legs a little farther for the lapping dog. Let her ring. Let her drop dead with her finger on the buzzer! Nancy was having the time of her life with Shep and nothing Velma could do or say would interrupt it! Not now--not ever!
Nancy moaned loudly and writhed her shoulders against the sofa cushions. She petted the animal with both feet while he lapped and wet her cunt with his spit. It was doggie spit. Nice and hot and thick, mixing with her cunt juice and oozing in to her ass crack. Just thinking about it made the woman cry out with delight. There was nothing wrong with this. Anything that felt this damned good couldn't be bad, it just couldn't be evil!
"Shep, oh yes, there!"
The dog growled and let his fangs nip along the puffed outer lips of her cunt. The feeling was driving Nancy up the wall. She clawed at the couch, her feet pounding the cushions, and thudding against the animal's muscular sides. He was hurting her a little with that biting, but it was a hurt that felt so good. She humped her back and pressed her cuntal mound up harder for him to eat. His fangs dug along her sensitive cunt flesh, nibbling at the pussy meat growing hotter and puffier with each passing second. Shep tossed his head, letting out that wild growl that made Nancy shiver.
"Oh damn, damn!"
The sauce bottle had slipped from her fingers, thudding to the floor and rolling under the sofa. But it didn't matter now. Shep was interested in her cunt again. She looped her arms around the dog's body, clawing at his furry back, urging him on. The biting made her toss around in wild abandon. She didn't know why but letting him hurt her like that was exciting. Flames of explosive arousal licked up around her thighs, burning into her cunt. Her clit itched and throbbed.
Parting those killer jaws as widely as he could, Shep had taken her cuntal mound between his fangs and was shaking it gently. For a moment the woman thought her heart had stopped and would never start again. She held her breath, feeling her head throbbing in time to her cunt. Oh, oh, she was going to cum, going to climax right there in the dog's mouth a third time!
"Uuuhuuhuuh."
She held her ass off the sofa now, the sensation of his gripping jaws on her pussy sending her into new throes of delight. Her hair splashed across her throat in blonde tangles while she tossed under the dog's mouth. Shep pawed at her thighs as if he were frustrated, and wanted more of that damned sauce.
Somehow she found the bottle near the front leg of the sofa and shook more onto her palm. Shep leaped higher, licked her hand hungrily. She tilted her ass up as far as she could, sliding the long glass neck into her cunt. The bottle glugged as it emptied its contents. Pulling it out and tossing it against one wall she heard the dog whining. He was plowing his snout between her legs, licking her wildly.
"God, yessss!"
His tongue entered her body, forcing her swollen cunt meat wide enough for him to suck at the sauce. Shep rolled and licked around the sensitive ring of cuntal muscles. Nancy could feel them tightening, tensing, convulsing at that light touch. She was going to cum any moment! If only he would keep up that constant tonguing. She needed that licking to keep her at her high.
Nancy pranced her ass around in tight circles, then bobbed it up and down to increase the friction the dog brought to her pussy. When he raked up across her clit again, she cried out and jerked her torso up, hugging the dog's head hard against her cunt. She wanted him to lick her everywhere at once. Nancy tilted her ass one way and then the other. She raised one leg and pulled it back as far as she could. She would have a climax soon. She couldn't keep this up indefinitely. The dog was digging at her thighs again with both paws, burrowing his black nose into the seething mess of her cunt.
"Oh, oh God, God!"
She was cumming, climaxing hard and fast. Though she wanted to slow the animal down, she couldn't. There could be no slowing down now. She couldn't pull her cunt away to make this last. Her will-power had collapsed. The only thing she could think of was letting him have his way, touching her with that tongue and driving her into wonderful madness. She pulled her ass up and writhed wildly against his maw, letting out a series of choked cries as the stunning spasms of lust ripped through her.
Even when she closed her thighs to the animal Shep whined and nosed around her. His humping haunches made his cock shake down from his belly. Nancy had the feeling that he'd come to expect something from her. He was learning as fast as she was. He was trying to rub his doggie dick against her right leg. She petted his neck and let him hunch, closing her eyes, wondering what would happen next. Then she felt the hot spurts streak against her leg. Dogs did it fast! They didn't seem to care about prolonging the act at all. Shep barked, licked her a few times, and then went to sit in the corner and lick himself.
Nancy wiped herself off and sat at the edge of the sofa staring at him. She passed one hand over her forehead, feeling the beaded sweat with her fingertips. She was starting to lose her feelings of guilt.
"Have I? Have I?" she wondered out loud.
There was still Velma around and her daughter, not to mention her nephew who was a constant source of temptation. Shouldn't there be guilt concerning her feelings about them as well as the animal? Again Nancy couldn't come up with a solution to that nagging question. Shaking off the thoughts yet another time, she rose and dressed, slipping her sandals back on and climbing the stairs. When she reached the top, she turned. The woman couldn't see Shep but she could hear him licking his cock and balls. Shivering, she closed the door, padding back to the living room and her bottle of vodka.
"Good old vodka," she sighed, pouring herself another drink.
"Nancy!" She could hear her mother's voice calling her faintly from above. So it had been the buzzer she'd heard while Shep was servicing her pussy. Perhaps she should stagger into the bedroom, drink in hand, sit on the edge of the bed and tell her horrified mother what she'd just done. That would send the old bitch spinning to the grave. Nancy giggled, taking another long drink and listening to her mother call her name again from upstairs.
"Coming, Mother," she shouted back.
Putting one hand up to her mouth, she checked her breath. Not bad, as long as she kept her distance. Setting her drink on the counter, Nancy walked to the steps, somehow feeling that this silken trap she was in would soon fall apart, leaving her free.
CHAPTER TEN
"No, Billy!"
Diane shrugged off the young boy's hand, walking over to the school fence. She eyed him suspiciously, feeling a mixture of desire and fear as Billy shoved his hands in his pockets and ambled over to her. He had called earlier that day, saying he wanted to talk to her about the night when he'd stuck his cock into her asshole and left her confused and sobbing on the blanket. She had barely managed to pick herself up after that, fighting with conflicting feelings tearing her apart. She had liked it! That was the terrible thing! She had actually liked it!
"Aw, come on, Diane," he said, scratching the back of his head and looking sheepishly at her. "I'm sorry if I hurt you."
"Sorry?" She laughed bitterly, turning away from him and staring through the wire fence at some children playing across the street.
It was easy for him to say he was sorry. But she had endured the pain, the humiliation of having her ass reamed out by his chugging cock. And now she had to face herself, wondering why on earth she had enjoyed having him do that to her!
"You know. Jesus, Diane! Nothin' happened you didn't want."
Diane knew it was true. She was playing the part of an outraged virgin when all along she had encouraged him, finally backed into him and swallowed up his cock in her asshole. All the time her cunt was cumming, convulsing with a power that both delighted and terrified her. This kind of fucking was different, obscene, and yet she wanted more of it. Even while she stood there leaning against the rusty baseball fence and eyed him balefully, Diane wanted it--wanted him!
"Can I see you... you know, tonight. I wanna make it all up to you."
Diane felt herself thawing under his steady gaze. She knew what "see you tonight" meant. Perhaps he wouldn't ass-fuck her, but there'd be fucking involved, she could bet on it. Diane sucked in a deep breath, ready to form her lips into an oval and cry out "no."
"Yes." The word startled her. She had said it, actually said it, agreed to another date! Her look of surprise amused Billy. He knows what's on my mind, she thought. Oh, how I hate that!
"Say, about eight?" He touched her lightly on the upper arm, sending shivers racing down to her cunt. She could almost hear the itchy walls slapping together.
"Fine, yes," she panted, again turning away from him. She couldn't let him see how excited she was. In spite of all her fine resolves about never seeing Billy again she was standing here making another date. Did every woman have the problems she did?
* * *
Later that afternoon Paul returned to the house just after Diane raced in. "I think I'm going to like Southern California," the young boy said, moving up behind Nancy who was cooking dinner.
"Oh?" She was shivering, doing her best to steady her hands. Damn it! Was it always going to be this way? Would her nerves never steady up?
"Lots of pretty girls out there," he mused thoughtfully, rubbing his hands over his thighs.
"Yes, there are," Nancy said, feeling emotion rising in her throat. I'm here. I'm here, she wanted to say, stopping her stirring and staring at the blue flame licking around the sauce pan. No, she mustn't be foolish, mustn't rush into a situation that would only bring disaster and shame to her family!
"Di around?" Paul asked, snapping out of his reverie.
"Yes, she just came in. But I'm afraid she's going out for dinner. It's so hard keeping track of her lately," Nancy said, letting out an inadvertent sigh. Yesterday she thought her daughter was about to open up, to tell her something. But that damned barrier went up when Velma buzzed and ruined the mood.
"It's a shame. Thought I'd just talk with her. Guess I'll hit the sack early tonight, then." Paul shoved his hands into his pockets and sauntered off into the living room.
Nancy felt herself nearly coming apart. He had been so close to her, nearly touching her ass with his hands. If she had backed up just an inch or two he would have been pressing his fingertips into her ass flesh. But she was Aunt Nancy, matronly Aunt Nancy, a woman who was there but not really around for the living. The woman choked down a sob, turning off the flame and pouring the sauce over tile spaghetti. Another long night. She wondered about Shep as she gathered up two full plates and made her way into the dining room.
The rest of the evening passed quietly. Diane left around eight at the sound of honking horns outside. Paul read quietly in the living room, then folded up his magazine and padded off to bed. Nancy nearly called out to him, stopping him on the stairs. But what would she say? No, it was better this way. Absently she dropped one hand and ran her fingers through Shep's warm, long fur. Yes, always there was her pet, her Shep. He would take care of her!
"Come on, boy, come on."
Turning off all but one light for Diane, Nancy went up the stairs. Shep padding behind her. It had almost become a ritual--her going to bed, the dog following her, waiting for her to open her legs and present him with his musky-smelling prize. It was no different tonight. Butterflies fluttered about in her belly while her hands turned sticky and cold.
Closing the door after Shep had trotted in, the woman pulled off her halter and shorts quickly. She had taken on the animal only that afternoon, but already she was hungry for more. What power had been unleashed in her body? She wondered, glancing quickly at herself in the mirror and seeing the glistening folds of her cunt through her cuntal thicket. What had suddenly triggered this strong urge?
"Up here, Shep."
The dog leaped onto the bed, sliding next to her. Nancy was gulping in air, her fingers trembling against his body. She was burning up with passion. She knew at least one reason for her sudden arousal--Paul. Her interest in him had shocked her. To see him in the basement without a shirt, carrying out all of her mother's old, awful things. His muscles, his tanned skin. Oh, he was so good-looking, so manly! It had been so long since she'd been with a man. What would it be like having him touch, feel, rub his fingers, his cock against her body?
"Nice dog."
Her hand slipped under Shep's chest, the fingers reaching back beyond the thinning fur. In a moment she touched the warm bulge of his cock sheath. For a moment she lingered there, then jerked her hand away. She shook her head with shame. No, she wasn't going to let herself slip that much.
But even that light touch had brought about a change in the dog. He turned his head, licked her throat, then knocked her down with his broad shoulders. His maw was buried in an instant in her hot, furry muff. Already she could feel her climax coming. She was so hot, so very, very hot this evening. She tensed her thigh and ass muscles, the tendons bulging out against her flesh while she gave herself up completely to the animal.
"Yes, oh yes!"
Nancy had turned around and was now crouching down on her hands and knees with her thighs spread widely apart. That stretching tension against her cuntlips and clit added to her excitement. It was so uninhibited, so wild! She pranced her ass around in mid-air, bobbing it in front of Shep. And then something happened that stunned the woman. There was the sensation of scratching paws, then a sliding, furry weight on her back. He was on top of her, his forelegs wrapped around her chest while something very hot and slick was bumping against her pussy.
"Wh... what?"
At first she couldn't believe what was happening. Then she knew that Shep was trying to--to fuck her! Gasping, Nancy knelt there, unable to move a muscle. Feelings of fear and shame poured through her reeling mind. Her excitement was at a fever pitch.
"No!"
She had finally done it--reached bottom! Crawling forward, slapping backward, the frantic woman managed to get off the bed. In a moment she threw a dressing gown over her shoulders, loosely tying it around her waist. She was burning with desire while the panic raced through her mind. Her tits rose and fell on her chest as she stood staring at the confused dog still on her bed. A warm trickle of juice ran down the insides of her thighs, indicating just how hot she was.
"Get... out!"
Something in her voice told Shep she meant business. Tucking his tail between his legs, the shepherd ran out and quickly padded down the stairs the moment Nancy opened the door. She stood there in the corridor, her fingers still clenching the door knob. Paul was still on her mind, still imprinted clearly in her memory.
And then, as if to tempt or mock her, the young man appeared in the hall, standing there with a robe loosely fastened around his waist. Nancy's eyes widened, the woman being unsure whether this was a fantasy or not.
"Aunt Nancy? Are you all right? I thought I heard something down here."
"Yes, no, oh, I don't know," she answered with confusion. It was getting impossible for her to lie to him. She stood there, one hand pressed to her eyes, wishing she could just die and sink through the floor into hell.
"Sure?"
Nancy realized her breathing was out of control. She was afraid her face indicated her thoughts, and those thoughts were so terrible, so very, very terrible!
"I feel a little funny. Perhaps I need a drink, something... " her voice trailed off.
"Here." He was next to her in a moment, his hands on her shoulders. Nancy couldn't stop herself now. No, it was too late. Paul didn't have to do this, didn't have to touch her like that.
"Ohhh... "
They were looking at one another again. Nancy wished they hadn't. She could feel the last shreds of her pride slipping away. It was as if her needs had suddenly come out center stage and presented themselves to her nephew.
"Aunt Nancy--" She could see he was excited. "Just... Nancy."
What would happen now? Would the ceiling crash in on them? His fingers tightened around her shoulders, pushing her back into her bedroom. Looking up through the now-flowing tears, Nancy felt a release of emotion that nearly overwhelmed her.
"We, we can't!" she panted, hearing the door close behind her nephew.
Paul only raised his eyes, his smile broadening as his fingers touched the belt of her robe and started untying it.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Oh don't, Paul. You mustn't. It's just not right, somehow."
Nancy was hoping he wouldn't listen to her. She had been driven to the end of her rope. Her mother, her daughter, the dog, and now Paul. She had to give in, she just wasn't strong enough. When she heard the door lock click and saw her nephew standing there, his robe half opened, the attractive blonde felt all her resistance cave in.
"I've been watching you too, Aunt Nancy--Nancy," he said, correcting himself.
"Noooo, this can't be happening," she whispered.
Paul was standing in front of her now, his fingers opening her gown. She felt the edge of the garment inch down the tops of her tits, stick on the large nipples for a moment, then completely slide away, slipping over her shoulders and off her body, floating to the floor. The next moment she felt her nephew's mouth on her tits, his tongue lightly licking at the brown nubs. The he mouthed them, sucking hard while flicking his tongue over her nipples. It was wild, the wildest thing she had ever experienced. His tongue was so well-trained, so much like... Shep's. No, no, she couldn't be thinking of the animal now. This was a man, a real man, doing this to her!
"Ohhhhh, Paul... "
She was on the edge of the bed now with Paul sitting next to her. Nancy was afraid to look down. She was certain his cock was sticking straight up, throbbing against his hairy thighs. He had to have hairy thighs, she just knew it. His hands were roaming over her thighs. She felt the fingers grazing over her belly. The woman sucked in a ragged breath, feeling her head tilt to one side and rest against her nephew's shoulder. When one finger slid into her flooding cuntal crack Nancy groaned loudly, turned her head, and found herself kissing Paul.
She was feeling like a teenager! For the first time in a long time she felt free of all those problems that had driven her to the bottle.
"Ohhh, fuck me... please, please, fuck me, Paul."
The young boy stood up and completely unfastened his robe as Nancy scooted back onto the bed. She was right. He was hung--at least eight inches with a set of lovely, leathery balls hanging from under his cock root. Everything about her nephew was developed. As he crawled toward her, his knees sinking into the soft mattress, Nancy thought her heart would tear through her ribcage. It was finally happening, the answer to her prayers. She was going to get fucked!
"What's that?" Paul asked.
Nancy cleared her head. It was Shep, scratching at the door! "Go away!" she shouted, feeling a shock of embarrassment race through her. He must have heard her groaning through the door and come up, wanting his share of the action. Well, he could just go back to his box and find some other bitch to fuck!
"Oh yeah, yeah," Paul said, after the dog let out a yelp then quieted down.
Nancy let herself be rolled over onto her belly. Paul slid both hands under her and tugged her ass up by the hips until she was on her knees, her face sideways against the pillow. Paul was behind her, forcing his fingers up and down her inner thighs, then slipping two of them into her cunt.
A raging fire consumed the woman. Nancy groaned, feeling her pussy muscles convulse and tighten around the invading digit. She felt his finger exploring the walls, probing about until she grunted with satisfaction. Oh, oh, she wanted that sensation of being filled, really filled, with cock meat.
"Christ, your cunt's really hot, Nancy. No one's fucked you since--"
"Yes, since then," the woman interrupted, panting like a dog.
She thought of Shep and the way his furry body felt with it mounted hers. She'd been in a position like this, expecting--expecting what? She didn't know. But when Nancy had felt his knobby doggie dick brushing up against her pussy that had been the limit! No, she would never bend down for that mutt again! Never!
Peering over one shoulder, Nancy looked back and saw her nephew, his knees spread wide apart for more power. He was like a dog in that. Dogs hunkered down for more fucking power and then drove into the bitches without mercy. There she was, thinking about animals again! She had to get rid of those thoughts!
She felt his hands resting on her ass, his knees pressing up against the backs of her legs. And then, on yes, and then there was the touch of his cock head against her cunt!
The woman gasped, prancing her ass for that hunk of prick meat! She clawed at the coverlet, her breath coming in deep, shuddering gasps. Nothing in the world could top this moment. Not even her first fuck, not even the first time she had let Shep touch her with his tongue! Oh no, no, this was more than a moment of fucking. This was her liberation!
Nancy felt her cuntlips flattening back, peeling open as the fat cockhead eased its way into her pussy. Reaching back, the woman pushed one hand under her belly between her thighs. She felt that fat, throbbing prick sliding in, into her body, spreading her open! Another hot, shivery chill raced through her pussy, taking her breath away. Paul spread her thighs apart a little more with his hands. She felt peeled open, stretched, her knees spread wide apart on the bed. Then he tucked under and up, giving his aunt a powerful lunge that raised her knees off the bed!
"Ooooooffff!"
His cock drove along the seepy velvety lining of her cunt. Nancy gasped and shivered, remembering now how it had been to get fucked, really fucked. She was tossing her head back and forth, her hair splashing over her lust contorted face. She felt young and sexy and free! There was no more Velma, no more Diane. There was just her and her nephew Paul. The rest of the world could have gone to hell!
Paul bent over and kissed her between the shoulder blades. It was wonderful. Even though she was older, and even though they were aunt and nephew, Nancy just didn't care any more! The sensations racing through her cunt more than compensated for any feelings of guilt she might have had.
"Ohhh, when you pull it back real slow like uhhh... like that... oh God, I'm dying!"
Long strings of drool leaked from the corners of her mouth. Her arms trembled, bent out, then collapsed. She fell against the pillow, her ass still high and prancing for more sensation as Paul dug his fingers into her thighs and fucked deep again.
But Shep! He was yelping and scratching at the door, growling. At times she heard the doorknob rattling as he tried to tear it off with his jaws. The thought of having two males battling for her, even if one was a dog, sent another shivery chill through her cunt. Nancy let out another loud sigh, thinking for a second of Shep's tongue and how it had felt curling into her pussy, touching all those sensitive mounds and bumps.
"Ohhhhh, fuck!"
Sometimes the only thing her nephew had touching her besides his cock were his fingers. He had them hooked around her hip bones, had her firmly in his power. She was wriggling in his grip, riding him in her bed.
"Aren't too many girls my age who'd move like you do," he said, smoothing his hands over her ass and smiling down at her.
"Yes, you've had a lot of girls, I'm sure," she gasped.
Somehow the thought of her nephew fucking his brains out on campus excited Nancy more and more. She was the prize, the best of the pack, the pick of the litter! And there she was, bent down under him like the bitch she was, feeling his strong belly pressing against her ass and back. He was climbing her, mounting her the way Shep had tried to and failed. He was fucking powerfully into her cunt, making sexy noises with his prick. It was a piece of heaven! That sensation of his cock in her cunt made her grab the coverlet in her hands and whimper through her nose. Oh, she sounded just like Shep!
"Oh, oh, I'm so close, so very, very close!" she gasped.
Slowly Paul eased his cock back. Nancy shivered, feeling hot streaks of her juice dribbling down her thighs. She was soaked, frothing with the stuff. She'd never been so wet, or so it seemed!
"Oh God, God, I think I'm gonna cum soon," she panted.
Paul was tracing one finger along the puffed edges of her outer labes. He watched as her pussy shivered, actually moving at his touch. "I can't hold back much more either, Aunt Nancy."
"Nancy, please, call me... oooohhhh!"
Her mouth opened, her jaws slackening while her eyes rounded with wonder. Oh, his cock was back in, shoving and pushing and driving her mad! That big fat cock was driving her up, up to climax! Her breath was coming in raspy gasps, matching Paul's choked breaths. The two of them slapped against one another wetly, perspiration streaking their bodies. Nancy could hear the dog yowling outside the door, could hear her headboard slapping against the wall cracking the plaster with each forward fucking thrust of her nephew. Would Velma hear them? Would she wonder what was happening? Good! Let her choke on that buzzer!
More juice erupted from her cunt, leaking down her ass crack and onto her ankles. Nancy was grinding her ass wildly, begging for more. She was going to cum, Oh yes, yes, she was going to cum!
"Now!" she shouted.
Paul held his prick just inside the convulsing folds of her cunt. It was too much. She needed that cock, all of it, inside her. Nancy knew what her nephew was doing. He was prolonging the foreplay, driving both of them mad!
With a groan he shoved forward all the way. Nancy screamed, her clit swollen and hot. It pulsed with a raging tickle that tore cries of lust from her throat. Then in one moment climax had come for them both. She felt the fat prick inside her jerking around, spitting out something hot and slick. Jizz! Wonderful, marvelous cum! That was enough. The woman shrieked, feeling a core of white-hot joy burn through her mind. She yelped, prancing her ass around while Paul fell on top of her and finished her off.
When it was over Nancy found herself on one side, Paul behind her rubbing his semi-rigid cock against her ass. His fingers were toying with her nipples, rolling them gently and encasing her flesh was that nice, warm glow that made her mind drift about. Shep had stopped yelping outside, thank God. And her mother hadn't crawled out of bed to investigate. No, everything was normal--that was, except her state of mind.
"You know, I thought maybe... maybe I could stay here for a while, going to school and all," Paul whispered, kissing the back of his aunt's neck. "That'd save me a lotta money on dorm expenses and all. Mind?"
Nancy smiled dreamily, pressing her ass against her nephew's cock and feeling his wiry cock hairs tickling her flesh.
"No, no, that would be wonderful. Mother would like that... and so would I," Nancy whispered, feeling the happiest she had been in years.
* * *
Some miles away Diane was dabbing a towel over her cum-smeared thighs. Billy had been more than gentle this time, eating her out, then fucking her nice and slow until she thought she was going to go out of her mind. The two of them lay cradled in one another's arms after cleaning up, the warm summer sky stretching over them while the lights of Los Angeles blinked below.
"You think your mom's ever gonna wise up to us?" Billy whispered, kissing her throat.
"Ummmm, don't know."
Would she? Was there something more to her mother than Diane knew? At times, especially lately, the girl had a feeling something was going on. But imagining what it might be was uncomfortable. Somehow it was easier to think of her mother as shriveling up slowly without a man, the bottle being her only comfort in life.
"I don't care," Billy said, pushing one hand down and smoothing his fingertips over her pussy. Diane let out a soft sight of delight, feeling her cuntal muscles shivering at that touch. "I'd climb the damned walls to get you."
"Oh Billy," Diane sighed, folding her arms around him. Thoughts of her mother faded from her mind as she felt his cock hardening against her belly. Oh, it would be a long, beautiful night. Too bad about mother.
