Francie Vaughn squirmed on her small bed, tucking her long white legs under her ass while holding both hands against her high-riding tits. It was so hard for her to keep from gasping as her eyes took in the lurid photo of a young blonde woman sprawled on the floor, with a man who looked as if he played football or something, fucking her. His cock was halfway in her pussy, and the look on her face told Francie she was having the time of her life. She shivered, feeling the flesh around her nipples puckering while gooseflesh erupted all over. What wouldn't she have given to be that girl right now--stretched prettily on her bed, panting hard while a man like that was holding her down with his body, fucking her!
"Oh!"
Francie turned the page. There was another picture, this time with the man's cock all the way inside the girl. Her eyes were glazed over, her mouth opened, her tongue sticking out waiting for the man's mouth to suck on it, Francie guessed.
She rubbed her fingers briskly up and down her upper arms, shuddering once more as hot flashes raced through her young, virgin cunt and made her tiny pussy-muscles cramp yet again. The bed squeaked under her bouncing ass as she turned the pages and gasped. The woman had his... his cock in her mouth now, spit frothing out around the corners of her mouth while his balls pillowed against her chin.
Francie's fingers trembled. She glanced up, pulling herself away from the filthy magazine and listening closely. No. Her mother hadn't returned from the shopping mall yet. She was alone in the big house with nothing to do this afternoon but flip through the pages of the magazine she'd found in her brother's room.
"Wow!"
What on earth? Francie had turned several pages by mistake. The scene had changed. It was a different woman now, a little older, more depraved-looking, Francie thought. But she, too, was having a good time, bending over on her hands and knees, her tits hanging like two fleshy pendants. But what shocked the young blonde was that a German shepherd was bracing his paws against her asscheeks!
Francie jerked away from the photo as if she had just touched a hot stove. Again she looked at the picture, at the smile of the woman, at the way the dog's tongue was hanging from one corner of his mouth while his... his cock was sticking straight out from under his belly. He was about to fuck her, Francie thought, wrinkling her forehead in confusion and starting to turn the page. Did women do that? She had heard some vague conversations her older brother had had with some of his marine buddies when he was home on leave from San Diego. They'd shut up the moment she had come within earshot. But once or twice, Francie thought she heard them talking about women and mules and dogs in some club in Mexico.
"Oh, God!"
There it was, the dog fucking that woman! Just like the first girl, this one looked as if she were floating in ecstasy! Her mouth was open, her eyes shut tight while her elbows looked as if they were giving way. And on top of her was that awful dog, holding on for dear life, his haunches drawn back slightly so Francie could see some of his prickmeat about to slip into the woman's cunt.
"This is too much!"
Francie realized she had reached the back of the magazine. What pictures! And what they had unleashed in her! Francie sat there on her bed and burned, feeling her cunt catch fire. Every square inch of her body burned as she traced her fingers over the pictures of the woman and the dog, feeling a hot electric shock begin around her inner thighs then proceed to spark up to her pussy and make her tight hot little fuckhole convulse shut. Oh, it was so confusing, so maddening, growing up in this house and living with her mother who allowed her two dates per month. Awful! Awful! And here she was, reduced to sneaking about and peering at her brother's porno magazines!
Francie flopped back on the bed, her long legs dangling over the side while her skirt slipped up to her thighs. She closed her eyes, still picturing that man fucking the woman, still seeing the German shepherd holding onto the other girl and driving his thick cock into her. The pictures blended in Francie's mind as she began pulling her skirt up until her cunt was exposed. No panties! She had done that today without telling her mother, feeling terribly naughty walking about the house and back yard without her briefs.
Of course, no one knew--except maybe Marine, her crazy German shepherd that looked so much, so very much like that animal in the magazine! He had sniffed around her, poking his nose against her ass, rubbing his snout against her skirt. But all dogs did that, Francie had thought, pushing him away with a light laugh. All dogs? Or was there something odd in his behavior?
"That's just crazy!" she gasped, feeling her cunt now with the backs of her fingers.
How the silky touch of her pussy hairs felt against her shaking hand! She was going to touch herself again, touch herself in all those forbidden ways until she came. And this time, Francie thought, putting her finger down and touching the tiny head of her clit, it was going to be a hard cum! She was real excited, still having in mind the pictures of those women getting fucked. Again, Francie found herself wishing she were there, being spread open by that man, even getting fucked by that dog! At least it would be something that would satisfy the growing achy itch between her thighs.
"Ummmmmmm."
A small shock cut through her thighs. Francie took in a shuddering breath, licking her dry lips. She felt wrong, very wrong in doing this, and the wrongness of it made her want it more. Francie let out another groan and was surprised at the shaky quality of her voice. She was hot! She could feel the fuck-juices oozing from her cunt-slot, dampening the hairs bristling around her pussy. She could smell the young, musky heat from her body now as she shifted her ass from side to side on the bed. At times, the itchy ache reached a pinpoint of joy, making the girl think she was about to climax.
Francie let out a low groan, rubbing the naked backs of her legs against the top sheet. She could feel her skirt bunch around her waist while her fingers smoothed back and forth along her pussy. Fuck-juice ran like lava from her pussy-hole, slicking down her inner thighs while her ankles dug against the groaning bed.
Francie was using her middle finger now, rubbing it way down her cunt-slit and bringing it slowly back up, pausing each time to give a lingering tickle to her clit. She liked that, liked that a lot. It made her arch her spine and bring her head back into the crushed pillow behind her. Oh yes, yes, it was lovely beyond description! The feel of those hot, slick folds surrounding her finger was enough to make her dizzy.
Francie stopped, wondering what it felt like getting something like a cock shot up her pussy. She tried to think about that picture again, about the size of the man's prick, and the size of the dog's.
Suddenly, Francie found herself wishing it was the dog fucking her. She could take something that small without any problem.
"Oh, oh, fucking... fucking..."
Francie spasmed, her knees jerking up, then slapping together while her ass rolled sexily from side to side. The headboard clattered against the wall behind her while the world seemed to blow apart all around her.
Fucking! She wanted fucking! Her thighs were ridged now with tensed muscles while she pointed her toes out against the mattress. Her right hand worked steadily against her cunt. Two fingers glistened with pussy-juice, dipping in and out, nearly touching her cherry.
Oh, it was so itchy, so very, very itchy! It was all Francie could do to keep from cumming right then as she rolled her hips more slowly. She started pumping her ass up and down, letting her fingertips just graze the tiny bulge of her blood-filled clit.
Immediately she felt a rush of thrills that made her head swim. Her thighs felt as if they were on fire, and even the places between her toes were tingling. She shut her eyes, the feel of the blanket under her bouncing ass prickling her, driving her to a bouncing, fucking rhythm.
"Ohhh, fucking! Fuck! Fuck me!"
Francie felt as if she were talking to the man or the dog, begging one of them to find her and take care of this dreadful ache that was sapping her of all her strength and will.
Spreading her legs a little more, she jerked her knees sharply, then let them flop to the bed loosely. Her blonde hair splashed over the pillow, tangling around her mouth as she kept babbling.
She was going to cum soon! Oh yes, yes, she could feel herself getting that edge, feeling her cuntlips get so hard and hot while her chest tightened. It was all she could do to breathe. Three fingers. Yes, she would slip three fingers in her cunt and shove them up to her cherry.
"Ohhhh!"
Francie stopped in mid-thought, jerking bolt upright from the bed and staring into the doorway. At first her heart sank. If her mother saw her doing this, especially with that picture book still lying on the bed, there was no telling what the consequences would be. And even if it were her brother--he was at home on a two-week leave--there would be embarrassment she could never get over.
But no. Neither her mother nor Brad was there. It was Marine! That silly dog was standing there, his furry head cocked, his brown eyes staring at her curiously while his sides heaved in and out. Francie shook her head to clear some of the lusty fog that had befuddled her mind.
"No, boy, get away! Go downstairs to eat or something!" Francie whispered hoarsely.
But the animal still remained in the doorway, tentatively putting one paw in the bedroom, then removing it, watching the girl's reaction.
"Go on, get away from here!" she said, feeling something like panic start to creep in her voice.
Suddenly Francie remembered that picture of the woman bending over with the dog. No, she wasn't like that! It was all right to fantasize and giggle over it, but to do something like that with a dog, her dog--that was too much! Francie started pulling down her skirt in frustration. She would have to lead Marine out by the collar, postponing her climax that was so close. She could have screamed with frustration as she swung her legs over the side of the bed.
Suddenly Marine bounded into the bedroom, bracing his forepaws against the side of the bed and barking at her.
"God!"
Francie drew back, jerking her legs from the animal while scooting over the mattress. She stared at the beast with wide, frightened eyes, both hands pressed against her chest. How long had he been standing out here? How long had he watched her touch herself like that, rolling and rutting around in front of him, exciting him? She could well imagine what was on the German shepherd's mind, and she wished for the first time that her mother would come home early.
"No, Marine! Bad dog! You won't get dinner if you... you touch me! Go away, Marine! Go away, back downstairs, away from me!"
The dog was whining, staring at her, wondering why she had become so angry with him when moments before she had been twisting up her hips, rolling her ass in a way that meant only one thing.
"No!"
Marine was climbing onto the bed, his head down low, his tail revolving slowly around and around while a low steady growl escaped from his mouth.
Francie was unsure what was exactly going through his mind, but she had an idea of what he wanted from her in general.
He licked his long pink tongue around his mouth, wetting down his black, rubbery lips while his pointy ears flattened back against his head. It was almost as if he were getting ready for an attack. But the girl knew he wanted her the way that beast had wanted the woman in the magazine.
She was trembling as she stared at the animal, feeling unsure of what she should do. One part of her mind told Francie to run at any cost. Another part of her said just to lie back and enjoy. After all, the woman in the magazine seemed to have a good time. Why not she?
"No!"
Francie clapped her hands over her ears as if she could block out the terrible leering voice whispering to her. Marine stopped a moment, startled at her sudden move. But then he was moving forward once more, his breath soon panting against her chest.
Francie reached out, trying to push him away. But then in a moment, she found herself flat on the bed, the dog on top of her. Her skirt was back up around her waist and he was down there, his nose plunging under her hot cuntal mound.
Francie bucked at the touch of his tongue.
"Ohhhhh, Marine! What are you... what are you doing?"
The first touch of his tongue had made her tummy buck with an unnamed fear. The idea of anyone touching her there made the teen's head spin. But this was a dog, her pet, her animal doing this to her. And she was allowing it! No, worse! She was encouraging it, rubbing her feet against the dog's sides while drawing her breath in long, loud gasps.
Francie felt her legs spreading more and more; her cunt opening up to the licking dog. Turning her head, the teen pressed one damp, burning cheek against the pillow while she let her knees fall apart.
Marine was going wild now, his tail high in the air, the thick gray fur around his neck bristling with excitement as he fed on her pussy. And how she loved the feeling! He was touching all those hot, slick places her fingers had been tickling moments before!
Francie rolled her ass up once more, feeding the big dog her pussy and loving the touch of his bristling hairs against her clit. It was a wild, wonderful friction. She heard her cuntlips unstick and felt the dog lapping at them. He had quietly moved in farther and farther, taking her over as if she were the pet and he was the master!
"I wanna cock! Oh God, I wanna cock! I wanna cock to fuck me!" she whimpered.
Marine was nuzzling his black snout between her cuntlips, smelling and tasting her while giving her all the satisfaction she could possibly want. Gently, delicately, his long pink tongue petted around her clit, making her shiver and shake with the fever burning through her. Francie bent her knees, petting him with her feet, feeling his warm, ticklish gray fur caressing her toes.
"Marine... oh God, you beautiful, wonderful dog!"
How she loved him now! Scooting back on the bed, she pushed her hands down to her belly, feeling him licking her palms, then going back to her pussy. Francie slipped her fingers down between her thighs, feeling for her pussy. How wet she was down there, soaked with the dog's spit and her own flowing juices! Francie dipped two fingers into her cunt and immediately felt her pussy muscles cinch down and suck at them, draw them in. Oh, she was hot, all right, hot for a fucking. But she did not dare do something that wild, that crazy!
"Fuck..."
How she wanted the feeling of being jabbed, poked, filled with prickmeat. But a dog? Francie stopped, licking her lips while her glazed eyes rolled up into her head. To let a dog fuck her instead of a man, wasn't that breaking some kind of law?
"Ooooooooh."
But Francie was going beyond law as the animal continued licking up into her clit. All she could think of was that tongue, that wonderful licking tongue curling into her pussy, petting her clit, tunneling and burrowing into her pussy.
Again, Francie felt at the squishy mess between her legs. Marine was loving her fingers, drawing his tongue around her knuckles, then lapping at her sweaty-damp palm before going back to her pussy. It was almost more than the teen could stand.
She kept whimpering and whining, breathing with whistling sounds through her flared nostrils as she dug the backs of her legs into the mattress. Fucking! She would have given anything to be fucking now. It was sooooo shamelessly good having him licking down there. Her clit burned and throbbed from the steady lapping friction.
Fanning her fingers out along the dog's neck, she lifted her feet from the bed. Slowly, panting hard, Francie inched her knees back until they were nearly against her tits. Then she spread them even farther. Every hollow was peeled back now, surrendered to the cunt hungry German shepherd. There was no mistaking what path the curious young teen wanted to take.
"Oh, oooooooh!"
Francie gasped and babbled while the dog pressed his mouth against her soaked cunt. She brought her feet together at the sides of his handsome head, caressing him with her toes. The stiff tickle of his fur against her soles made her snap her head from side to side. Strings of drool oozed from the corners of her mouth as she moved her ass up and down, up and down, in a soft, hungry fucking move.
Francie didn't care about her mother or brother any longer. All that mattered was the sensation of having the animal's cock in her, fucking her, drilling into her and making her feel... feel wonderful!
"Do it, doggie, fuck me, oh yes, fuck me!" Francie amazed herself at the horrid words she was whispering. But there they were, a plea for a dog's prick. And she was still cherry! Oh, oh, what would this start in her life? she wondered as she began loosening her blouse from around her shoulders.
CHAPTER TWO
Francie's clothing lay in a neat pile to the left of the bed. She lay there completely stripped now, her tits riding high on her heaving chest, her half-inch long red nipples standing up like two little rubber nubs. The young blonde teen drew her hands up, cupping her fingers over her nipples and pinching them. The more she touched them, the hotter they got, until they were throbbing in time with the beating of her clit.
"Ooooooh!"
The dog was still going wild between her legs, feeding on her pussy. His tongue found all the hot places again and again. He rose slightly from the bed, drawing forward, searching deeper with his powerful tongue.
Francie thought she would come unglued. Her cuntal walls spasmed. She could feel her tiny pussy-muscles trying to grab onto the dog's black snout. She was shaking on the feverish edge of a climax, ready to go.
"Cummmmm... oh, no, not yet, not yet! Can't cum yet!"
She panted with the effort of shoving her climax away from her for the moment, clenching her teeth while rolling her ass up toward the animal. She could feel the muscles in her thighs and ass cramping while her shitter seemed to be spasming along with her cunt. Oh yes, yes, she was hot! Very hot!
"Marine... Marine, fuck me, give it to me, I wanna fuck! I wanna fuck!"
Francie remembered the woman in the magazine--how she was on all fours, her head down, her tits nearly touching the mattress while her ass seemed to angle and wag high in the air.
"Here, boy, here... come on, boy, come on and do it to me!"
Francie hesitated. She was going too far. But yet Marine wasn't going to tell on her to anyone. It was going to be their little secret, one she would have and keep with a smile while her mother thought she was a good little girl.
Francie found herself wagging her ass, keeping her ass high in the air, just like that woman had done in the picture.
"Come on, boy, come on and fuck me... ram me, doggie, dick me!"
Where had these filthy phrases come from? Something bubbled up from deep inside her, making her bounce her ass and call out to the dog while fuck-juice ran from her pussy and wet down her thighs even more than before. Fucking! Fucking! The dog was going to be fucking her.
Francie curled her fingers and dug her nails into the mattress, scratching at the material and yowling like a cat. Fucking! Dear God, just to think about doing something like that made her want to cum right then and there.
She was working her ass around in frantic circles now, sucking in air so hard she nearly fainted from the effort. It was driving her insane as she plunged her body from side to side, hoping the dog would understand what she wanted, what she needed!
Marine needed little time to figure things out. Letting out a triumphant yip, the big animal sniffed her ass, licking both asscheeks before putting his forepaws on the rounded curves of her hips.
Francie shivered, lowering her head, feeling her long hair sweeping over the tops of her whitened knuckles. Drool slopped from his mouth and spattered against her lower spine, oozing down her sides as he shifted his feet in position and began to mount her.
Mounting! Fucking! The words flashed through her mind, burning her alive as she felt the gradual pressure of the dog's body weight against her back. His fur tickled as Marine slid onto her, his forelegs tightening around her chest and nearly choking the wind from her lungs.
In a moment Francie could feel it, could feel that long, hot thing rubbing up against the backs of her thighs. She knew what it was--his cock, his prick, just like the thing she had seen in the magazine. Only this time it was real--it was her pet's cock all hot and thick and long and ready to slip into her juicy cunt. The thought of it doing just that sent the girl off into more spasms of delight. Her elbows began to weaken, and it was all she could do to keep them stiff.
Shaking the loose hair from her eyes, Francie could feel his head nestling in the hollow between her jutting shoulder blades. She felt his forepaws scratching her tits as he readied himself for the first lunge.
"Oooooooh!"
He hunkered down the way all dogs do for fucking, shoving up and giving her such a powerful lunge that her knees raised from the bed. She felt it, felt his cock driving along the seepy velvety lining of her cunt. It was so weird having something that hot and hard inside her body. It was as if something foreign were taking over her soul and mind as he whimpered behind her and drove his prick up to her cherry.
It was then that Francie balked. The delight had changed to pain the moment Marine's pointy prick had begun to pierce the small membrane.
"No! No! Bad Dog! No more... no!" she panted, nearly toppling from the bed.
But Marine held on, drawing her back, giving her short jerky fuckthrusts. Slowly, gradually, Francie quieted down. The animal was going deep, but keeping his cock from hurting her. In a moment the girl found herself moving her hips like a rutting bitch, backing into the dog, jerking her thighs up and down and loving the itchy, rubbing feel of his cock against her clit.
Oh! Oh! There could be no feeling like this in the whole wide world! That woman in the magazine wasn't lying. She had to be going out of her mind, because that was exactly what Francie felt was happening to her!
The girl bobbed her ass a little more, feeling her asscheeks bouncing against one another while the animal jerked his ass back, then slipped his cock all the way in once more until the pointy edge brushed up against her cherry.
Keeping his cock away from her cherry, the big German shepherd continued drawing his prick in and out, in and out, spreading her apart with his cock while hunkering down low against her body and panting into her ear.
"Oh, do it, doggie, do it, do it!"
Francie felt her mind blowing apart as she gave herself completely to her dog. The bed squeaked and groaned under her while her body twisted up against the animal's. The tickle that had grown to an achy itch was now a carnal madness that was about to explode.
Francie knew she was going to cum. She could feel it in every inch of her young body as the animal continued hammering his prick into her cunt. She knew it from the way her arms trembled, from the way her eyes were glazing over, from the way her cunt burned and ached as if someone were torturing her back there with a fiery poker!
For a moment she tried to hold it off, the tremendous heat in her cunt growing more and more. She could hear the squishing of her fuckjuices between the heavy slaps of the dog's belly against her ass. With just a bit more swiveling she could bring herself off and bring off the animal as well.
Her cuntlips felt hard as the cockshaft fucking her into madness. The tension in her pussy was growing more and more. Francie gritted her teeth. She had no energy for growling or gasping now. All her being, her will, was focused in her cunt, pinpointing around the pistoning doggie prick that rummaged through her pussy.
"Uhhhhhhh..."
The hard-held lump of tension in her belly slipped. It was going to happen. Dear God, it was going to happen! Just a fraction of the tension burst away, ripping through her muscles.
Francie knew his cock was ready to go off now. She could tell from the way the German shepherd was whining above her, from the way his forelegs tightened around her belly, she knew he was ready to pop.
"Do it, doggie, fuck me!"
Her cries echoed through the room as she clamped her cuntal muscles tight, drawing his cock in and yet keeping it well away from her cherry. Sweat rolled from her forehead and out from under her arms, streaking her jiggling tits as Francie readied herself for her biggest cum yet.
She thought she could feel his prick thickening. The pounding beat of his cockthrusts slowed for an instant, just the fraction of a second, then resumed and even speeded up. It was going to happen! Oh yes, it was going to happen now!
Francie could hear the beast grunting behind her, getting ready to dump his load into her cunt. Closing her eyes, she fucked back for all she was worth, her throat and mouth so dry it was impossible for her to swallow, let alone cry.
Then, with a furious bestial jab, his cockhead banged against her cherry, trying to break through. This time, the pain somehow merged with the delight, pushing the girl over the edge. A lava-like blast of jizz firehosed against her pussy. She could feel the hot gush of spunk splashing through her, eating into her cuntal walls like sulphuric acid. It was more than she could stand. Francie gasped.
"Oooooooh!"
She sounded like a dog herself, howling and grunting while her body responded quickly to the climax rushing through the animal. Then the first massive jolt of her climax shattered through the girl, driving her up the wall and destroying her completely.
Francie felt her deep cunt-muscles go into spasms, wringing hard at nothing while her cuntal muscles milked at his shooting doggie prick like several warm, slick fingers. Francie heard herself screaming, heard the dog howling behind her and nipping at the air.
"Noooooo!"
More spasms, more contractions that squeezed the air from her lungs and turned her into a rutting bitch right there in her own bedroom. The whole world seemed to blow apart for the girl, disappearing completely while she felt the terrifying impact of her climax ripped outward from her cunt. She felt it around her nipples, her fingers, her toes, her knees.
The flesh around her pussy and asshole was on fire while waves of numbing delight helped add to the craziness. After each shivering pulse of her cuntal walls, the ripples left an echo of delight until the next internal blast. It was a repetition that Francie loved, jerking her head from side to side and bucking so hard she nearly pitched the howling animal from her back.
"I... I can't stop! Oh God in heaven! I can't stop this! I can't..."
Her climax seemed to go on forever, her warm fresh cuntal juice oozing down her thighs and wetting the sheets, mixed with his spewing jizz.
Francie sobbed and laughed, hysterical with joy and fear as the spurting, jabbing, gut-spraying doggie cock filled her with more and more jizz. Her cunt had betrayed her, milking more and more spunk from the animal's tight little furry balls. How long had Marine stayed with her? She didn't know. Everything seemed to fold together in a gray whirling ball as she collapsed to the bed, her head twisted to one side as she shoved her hands under the pillow. Minutes had passed before reality began to trickle in.
The first thing Francie noticed was the magazine. Brad would notice it missing from his bedroom. She would have to slip the thing back into his dresser at once. What was also important was that she was still a virgin. All the fucking, the shouting, the twisting, the cumming hadn't torn her cherry. She was still intact, something that brought a sly smile to her lips as she lay there, regaining her breath.
"Oh, that's a good boy! You made me feel real good, and you didn't hurt me," she whispered, drawing in a deep breath.
It was so odd lying there, watching the dog curled up, his head moving back and forth as he drew his tongue up and over his balls and prick. Men sure didn't do that... at least, Francie didn't think they did. She giggled. How silly!
She closed her eyes again, drinking in the dreamy, warm sensation that covered her flesh like a golden glow. How deliciously good it was to be here with the dog, listening to his tongue lap over his cock and balls while she...
"Oh!"
Her mother! How could she forget her mother! She was going to be back here in a few moments and... she was stretched out naked like this, doggie jizz oozing from her cuntal slot!
Shaking the dreamy sensation from herself, Francie sat up in bed, pushing back her hair.
"You've got to leave here! You've got to!" Francie cried.
She looked frantically at the clock on the nightstand. Four-thirty! Her mother had been gone nearly two hours, more than enough time for shopping. Both she and Brad would be back for dinner, and if they saw this...
"Please, boy, go!"
Francie swung her legs off the bed, reaching under it and pulling out a small towel she kept under there for "emergencies." Dabbing her wet crotch several times, she rose on shaky knees, nearly falling to the floor with the first two steps she took.
Somehow managing to get her strength back, the young teen bent down and slipped her fingers under Marine's black leather collar. He licked at her knees, trying to draw his tongue up to her pussy. She felt weak at the thought he wanted to fuck again.
"Later, maybe, but not now."
She dragged him from the bedroom, down the hall, her tits slapping together as she cocked her ears and listened for the tell-tale sounds of her mother's blue Buick pulling up into the drive. Somehow she managed to get the dog back into the kitchen, holding one hand over her chest and regaining her breath.
"This'll keep him downstairs while I shower," she whispered to herself, opening a can of dog food.
Marine waited patiently, his tail wagging slowly.
Setting the dish down, Francie watched in amazement, wondering how animals could eat that slop, especially after having had a gourmet meal like her pussy.
Her mother's car was pulling up in the drive. Francie rushed from the kitchen. The magazine! She had nearly forgotten the magazine! As the sounds of the garage door closing filtered into the house, Francie scooped up the magazine and hurriedly thrust it back into the drawer.
"Francie? It's me. Are you still home, dear?"
Francie could hear the kitchen door closing as she called out from the bathroom.
"Yes, Mother. I'm just taking a quick shower before coming down to help for dinner. I'll be right down."
She tried to keep her voice level.
"Fucking..."
In the temporary privacy of the bathroom, Francie spoke that wonderful word again, smiling as she turned on the shower and waited until the water warmed. Letting the spray cleanse her body as she twisted slowly about in the tub, Francie thought once more about the dog's tongue, about the way his body felt against hers, and especially about the way it felt having something that hard skewering her cunt, turning her into a rutting animal herself. Never, never had she lost control that way in her life! It had been a wonderful sensation.
She turned and let the water wash over her swollen pussy. Lathering the soap between her fingers, Francie worked it over her fat, red-hot pussy-lips, feeling the slippery suds melting under the heat of her cunt.
That dog! That darned dog had done this to her, had turned her head this way and opened a whole new world to her. Francie rubbed her forefinger over her clit, feeling the tiny bud move and twitch lazily against her palm.
Was this some passing craving, or would she be driven to do it again with Marine? Francie blushed, putting her head under the water and letting the stream splash over her hair and onto her reddening face.
Thoughts of her mother's disapproval flashed through her mind as she heard the water gurgling down the drain beneath her curling toes. There was still something in the girl that told her what she'd done was very, very wrong. No one must learn of it. She should try to stop herself from doing the same thing again.
"Francie? Are you going to be in there all day? I've started dinner already, and your brother's coming home soon. He's bringing a friend of his from the platoon. Please hurry, dear!"
"Yes, coming, Mother," Francie groaned, fighting up through the swirl of half-thoughts and images.
She would have to control herself. There could be no hint of what she had done today. Fucking was bad enough in her mother's eyes. But fucking with a dog! Surely that would win her a one-way ticket out of the house into the streets!
Yes, Francie thought as she turned off the water, stepped from the tub and began toweling her hair dry, she would have to be very, very careful from now on.
CHAPTER THREE
"And then she just dragged him right outta the bar. And you know what happened then," Brad said with a knowing wink, nudging his best buddy, Doug Sattao, in the ribs.
The two dark-haired handsome studs laughed heartily, their heads thrown back while Francie felt a rush of shame and excitement lap at her tight little swollen cunt. She was fingering her napkin while her heart was skipping beats. She thought Doug was the handsomest thing ever and wished in some ways her brother hadn't invited him over. How she wanted to talk to him! But he didn't even seem to notice she was around!
"Brad! Your sister! And besides, you know I don't approve of that kind of behavior, anyway," Betty Vaughn sniffed, hiding the discomfort she felt at the lewd story her son and friend were telling.
It was a little funny, she had to admit to herself, but it smacked of a kind of behavior she didn't approve of--at least, not since her husband had left her with two children to raise and little money to do it with.
"Oh, come on, Mom! It's the eighties now, and everybody's doin' it... within reason," Brad said with a smirk, downing the last of his coffee.
"Besides, Mrs. Vaughn, Brad here isn't half as wild as you think. He's the gentleman of the platoon, and that's why the ladies like him so much," Doug said, smiling sexily at Betty.
Betty felt excitement ripple up and down when she found herself staring back at her son's friend. Why was she feeling this... this sort of improper excitement toward someone nearly half her age? Why was her heart starting to quicken? Why should she have to explain anything to herself anyway? He was just another one of her son's friends, someone more polite than the others, but still just a friend. But then why was she blushing?
It was then she realized they had looked at one another too long. She was afraid of her thoughts, her smoldering want. Want? What was she thinking of?
"Well, I hope so. Francie, help me clear the table," Betty said, keeping her voice level.
"And then we thought we'd take her out bowling, Mom. Haven't seen Francie for a long time. It'd be fun, and we'd be back in a couple of hours," Brad suggested, pushing back his chair and stretching his legs under the table.
Doug yawned, covering his face while stealing a glance at Betty in the kitchen.
"Well, I guess so, as long as you'll be there, Brad. It's good you two should get reacquainted. You haven't been home much lately," Betty said, glad in a way, her son and his friend would be gone. It would give her time to rearrange her thoughts.
Francie was delighted at her mother's decision, kissing her lightly on the cheek, then hurrying through the dishes before rushing upstairs to change.
Betty dried her hands on the dish towel, leaning against the refrigerator and watching her son and his friend talking softly in the dining room. Doug looked up and stared back at her, his eyes telling her something that made her feel as weak as a kitten. Could he pick up the scent of her hot cunt? Yes, her pussy was hot, so very very hot and moist now and growing wetter with each passing second. As much as she tried to deny it, Betty Vaughn felt her cunt trickling and tingling under her panties. And it was all because of that young man her son had brought home!
"Get away from me, Marine!"
It was Francie, shoving the dog roughly away with her right foot.
"Hey, kid, come on, he's just being friendly," Brad said, bending down and ruffling his fingers through the German shepherd's fur.
Francie was burning up with shame, having felt the dog's snout shoving up against her ass. Doug had caught the move and suppressed a laugh as he walked to the door.
"We'll be home by ten-thirty, Mom. We're gonna go out fishing tomorrow and want to be in early," Brad called out, slamming the door behind him.
"Drive carefully," Betty shouted, moving to the living room window and pushing the drapes apart. How young and vital they all were, swaggering down the walk, laughing and talking all at once while she stayed at home and did nothing.
Sighing, Betty let the drape fall back into place, trying to ignore the hot, itching pulse throbbing between her shivering thighs. There it was again, growing worse now that she had seen temptation raise its ugly head once more. Closing her eyes, Betty curled her fingers, digging her nails into the soft blue cloth of the wing chair. There! The concentrated itchy ache was getting less tickling, less... insistent. Would it never end? Was there never going to be a time when she wouldn't feel this pull toward men and want to go to bed, raise her legs and let them...
No! I mustn't think of it... can't think of fucking!
Oh God! She had said that word, that awful, dreadful word that sent more chills up her spine. If only she had the courage to go to some of those singles bars and meet someone.
Once she had even bought one of those singles papers and gone through the ads, underlining the personals that appealed to her. She had thought about calling them up and had even dialed one of the numbers. But when a man's husky baritone voice answered, Betty panicked, hanging up the phone quickly and feeling as if she had done something unspeakably dirty. She had heard that man's voice, though, for days after, echoing through her dreams. There were times when the woman even thought she could feel his tongue licking in her ear, his panting breath against her neck as she surrendered to him.
"Stupid, stupid..."
She had to get her mind off this madness or she would go wild!
Ignoring the whimpering of Marine, Betty brushed by the animal, going up the stairs and feeling the slick, sexy rub of her swollen cuntlips against one another. Her breathing was shallow, unsteady as she reached the top of the stairs and paused for a moment.
Perhaps a shower, a nice cold shower, the kind they always prescribe in those dirty little comedies she disapproved of so often. But maybe there was something to it, something that would take her mind off fucking.
Betty walked unsteadily down the darkened corridor, glancing through the doorway of her son's room.
"Oh, Brad!"
Motherly instincts took over momentarily as she stepped in, hands on her hips, and surveyed the mess. Shaking her head, Betty began straightening the mess automatically, putting his shorts back in the drawer, stacking the magazines and books carefully, drawing the coverlet neatly over the topsheet. She was about to leave when she noticed a magazine sticking haphazardly out of the nightstand drawer. Bending over, she noticed the cover picture--a young blonde woman taking a muscleman's cock in her mouth!
Betty gasped, dropping her hand from the magazine as if it were a hot coal. She felt her breathing grow shallow once more while that tingling, tickling ache between her legs started up all over again. She burned all over, her nipples itching against her bra cups while the sensitive spots between her toes tingled. She felt the lines on her face tighten as she drew the magazine from the drawer and sat on the edge of her son's bed.
Slowly, she flipped through the pages, noticing that the sex acts grew more unusual, more strange with each advancing photo. Betty traced her fingers around the man's face and cock more than once, watching as his fucking progressed, watching the woman's face grow more diffuse, more slack as her mind obviously wound out of control. Her fingers trembled when she saw the shot of the man splashing his cum all over her face and cunt.
Betty gasped, her heart threatening to explode through her chest. But there were several more pages left. Turning them, she opened her eyes in horror--another woman, this time alone, this time bent over and letting a... a dog fuck her!
"This is terrible," Betty whispered, staring wide-eyed at the shots, turning the pages until she reached the end.
What kind of man was her son turning into? A gentleman, that's what Doug had called him. But would a gentleman have something like this, this--this filth stowed secretly by his bedside? The thought sickened Betty as she closed the magazine and put it carefully back in the drawer. She felt out of sorts as she rose from the bed and turned toward the doorway.
"Marine! What are you doing up here? Well, go back downstairs. I'm not feeling well and..." But the dog refused to move. Betty stopped, drawing one finger across her burning forehead and realizing something was definitely wrong. The animal was staying his ground, his pointy ears flattened back against his head while the girth between his powerful forelegs seemed to expand. His muscles tensed, bulging against his gray furred sides while his bushy tail stood straight out from his ass, trembling with anticipation.
He was poised, Betty thought nervously, for attack. What was wrong with the beast? Had he gone rabid? The thought raced through her mind, and the woman felt terror grip her.
Then her eyes dropped a bit and she caught sight of something. His cock! His pointy prick was hard, very hard and red and jerking up against his flat muscular belly. He was excited, sexually excited by her! Perhaps Doug hadn't smelled her hot cunt, but the dog had! The thought made Betty's cheeks burn.
Immediately, she thought of that woman in the magazine, that woman bent over and grinning sheepishly with drooping eyelids while that dog fucked her! Was she going to be like that without a man, but ready to bend over and let some animal take her from behind?
"Get away from me, you filthy animal!" Betty hissed, feeling outrage and horror.
No. She wasn't like that! She wasn't some kind of sick whore who raised her legs for anyone or anything. She would walk through Marine as if he weren't there, then perhaps call the pound or someone that would pick up the animal and take him away. She didn't need that kind of threat in her life.
"Oh!"
But Marine wasn't to be put off quite that easily. He growled, snapping at her legs as Betty started to move toward him.
She stopped, one hand to her heart, the other to her throat. He was threatening her. His black lips were peeled back, revealing those sharp crisscrossed fangs that could tear an animal to pieces in seconds. It was a particularly ugly face Marine was making at her, one that made her tremble and draw back.
She looked about her son's room, searching for something, some weapon she could use to defend herself against this crazed animal.
Marine sensed her fear and moved fast, his claws skittering across the wooden floor. Betty cried out, reeling back, fearing her last moments of life would be rent by searing pain and terror.
"No, oh God, help me, aiyeeeee!"
She screamed, falling back on Brad's bed, her fists beating at the dog's thick-muscled sides. But to her surprise, there wasn't the feeling of teeth tearing at her flesh. Instead, she found the beast was nuzzling up her skirt, pushing the garment up, up, until he had exposed her panties. Again, the image of that woman in the magazine flashed through her mind.
Fucking! The dog was interested in fucking her, drilling his cock through her, threatening her with his fangs if she didn't agree. Betty shook her head, pushing her fingers through her hair as she drew back in revulsion, her legs dragging over the bed.
"No, no, this is wrong! Please, Marine, please, don't do this! Leave me alone. Please, don't do this to me!"
He had always listened to her before, even as a bouncing pup. What had gotten into him? His ears were no longer flattened against the sides of his head. They were pricked forward, catching every moan, every gasping breath she took while the fur between his shoulders stood up on end, an indication of the level of excitement he felt. He was lapping and licking at her knees, down to her ankles, nosing her sandals from her feet.
And all the time he was watching her, his brown eyes were staring at her the way Doug's had been staring at her. It unnerved Betty as she lay there helpless, her rounded eyes taking in the incredible scene. Raped! Raped by her own pet! The thought was almost laughable if it weren't happening right before her eyes!
"No, Marine, no, don't... don't do this to me!" she moaned.
Betty rolled half over on her side, reaching down and trying to push her skirt back over her knees. When she heard Marine snapping at her fingers, however, the woman stopped that move. He rewarded her with a lick over the fingers, nuzzling at them with hot eagerness.
"Oh God, no, noooooo!"
Betty turned suddenly and faced him, one hand raised above her head. She should have thought about this sooner. It was something she had learned early when she'd taken him to obedience school. Raising one hand and holding it there, she pointed at Marine with another finger, shaking her head from side to side.
"No, no, bad doggie, bad doggie! No!"
Marine whimpered, stopping for a moment and cocking his head to one side as if trying to sort out this ancient command. He shook his body as if shaking away the command, going forward once more and going right to the object he wanted.
The sudden, scalding pressure of his tongue as it peeled her cuntlips apart nearly knocked Betty unconscious. She could hear Marine growling low in his throat while he braced his paws against her thighs and pressed up and in. Her knees shook when one wet lick took his tongue over her clit. How had he stretched the nylon band over her crotch to the side like that? What was she letting happen? Had she gone crazy?
She tried raising her hand again, bringing it down on his head. Marine pulled away for a second, snapping at her, his teeth coming dangerously close to her fingers. Betty screamed, drawing her hand away in fear. Was there nothing she could do to save herself from this... this rape?
"No!"
But the word meant nothing to the aroused German shepherd. Marine had cornered her. She felt her ass pressing against the headboard of the bed while the animal wedged himself between her legs and started licking. Oh, the touch of it! The touch of his tongue against her hot flesh made her tremble like a bitch in heat.
She drew one leg up, bending her knee while covering her mouth with both hands. He was trying to reach her drenched panties again, moving his tongue down to her knees and slicking it up and down, up and down over the ridged tendon bulging out against her flesh.
Oh, oh, how devastating that feeling was! Her ex-husband used to like doing that before fucking her--licking her, touching her with his mouth all over while he fingered her pussy. How Betty had loved that! It was about the only thing she had wound up loving after their marriage had soured.
Now Marine was holding her legs open with his forepaws while drawing his tongue up over her bent knees, up around her thighs, up to the spit-soaked crotch panel of her white translucent nylon panties.
"Ohhhhh, please, Marine... oh God, you're making me feel... oh nooooo!"
Sighing, Betty moved down on the bed, pushing her hips forward. The dog whimpered, sensing success, and moved the long tip of his snout from side to side. Oh, that was lovely, simply wonderful, feeling his snout rubbing against her like that!
Betty let out another gasp, pushing her ass down, down, until she was lying flat on the bed, her head sunk in the broad pink pillow behind her. One leg was crooked around the animal while she drew her fingers up around her tits, feeling her nipples getting hard in her bra. Her skirt was around her waist now, her panties pulled down from her hips. She could feel the soft cotton of the coverlet against her ass as she slipped down a little farther on the bed.
"Oh, hell, why not?"
Something had taken over Betty, something terribly daring and exciting. She found herself pulling down her panties, sliding them around her hipbones until they were tangled around her ankles.
The dog backed down, pulling them off with his teeth and jerking them triumphantly around in his mouth before letting them drop to the floor. Betty watched in amazement. It was the move of a triumphant, knowing lover, not the move of an ignorant dog. She shivered, watching as he moved forward again, his head down, his tail wagging slowly. He started that low growl in his throat once more, his eyes slitted, his ears going back.
"Oh, no, this can't be... this just can't be happening to me!"
But Betty knew it was, and she was encouraging it now. Pussy-juice flowed from her crotch like butter, wetting down her damp curly cuntal hairs.
Marine pushed in, the touch of the warm fur around his face making her thighs shiver and shudder.
She cried out, pushing her head back into the pillow while working her ass back and forth against the groaning mattress. She could feel it, feel his mouth opening wide and his white fangs pressing into the flesh of her left thigh. He wasn't really biting her, just letting her know he could. That was enough to make the woman shiver as she rubbed her feet against the topsheet.
Sucking in a deep, ragged breath, Betty felt the dog let go for a second, then bite higher up on her thigh. The burning of her nerves made her heart pound wildly in her chest yet once again. The big German shepherd was pushing farther between her knees. She could feel them being pushed apart and let it happen. Let it all happen! She wanted to feel something against her pussy again, something that would take away that burning ache from her thighs, those awful, erotic dreams that kept her tossing and bucking in bed.
"Ummmmmm!"
The dog was going wild. He gouged his claws against her thighs, leaving long red marks on her flesh. But Betty didn't mind that mild discomfort. She enjoyed it, the scratching around her thighs adding to the delightful throbbing itch that was turning into something far more powerful each time the dog licked her pussy. Betty twisted up to the dog's mouth, loving every second of it. How would it all end? she vaguely wondered as she began unbuttoning her blouse.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Ohhhh, doggie, oh do it to me! Oh yes, Marine, yes, do it, do it to me! Ohhhhh, it's so good when you touch me DOWN... uhhhh!"
A fine sheen of perspiration glowed over her flesh as Betty twisted like a snake under the animal's constant hot licking. She worked her ass around in tight little frantic circles, her ass shivering. Marine was licking her hard, drawing his tongue around her pussy, slopping it up to her belly button, then sliding it back to her cunt and curling it into her hot dribbling pussy-hole.
"Ohhhhh, yes, yes, yesssss!"
She was hissing like a snake, biting her dry lower lip as the tight, hot itching pulse seemed to spread to all parts of her body at once. She was naked now, having stripped her blouse and bra from her body earlier.
Betty drew her hands up to her tits, cupping them, massaging them, using both thumbs to flick against her tit-nubs until they were hard and throbbing. There were times when she squeezed them between her thumbs and forefingers, trying to crush them the way her ex-husband had loved doing while fucking her.
"Marine, oh yes, yes, it's... it's so good, so very, very good you doing this to me... oh good doggie, very good doggie... good."
Her voice cracked as the tension built. Betty felt herself sliding toward a climax, a lusty, hard burning climax. Her senses reeled with the hungry need to increase the stimulation down there between her legs, that licking, that touching that made her cunt tickle and rage so! She put one shaky hand down to her fuzzy cuntal mound, feeling just how soaked and wet she was.
The animal was licking between her fingers again, loving her palms with his tongue, whimpering while wagging his ass from side to side.
Could she let him do that to her? Could she become like that whore in the magazine?
"Ohhhhh..."
All that mattered was the feeling, the sensation that was rushing through her as the big dog kept on lapping at her pussy. That steady, pulsing itch in her pussy was burning through her, making her unsteady. She began rocking her hips, enticing the dog to lick her more quickly.
Yes, one hot wet surface rubbing against another. That's what it was. There was no dog. There was no Betty. It was just this wonderful feeling exploding again and again.
"Huuuuuhhhhh... ahhhhh!"
It was good, too good, almost wrong to have it this good. She wanted to stop. There, she had stopped. But the resulting frustration was too much to stand.
Betty started up again, twisting and turning, humping her ass up to the cunt-hungry animal, wriggling her hips. The weight of her plump asscheeks added to the sensation. Streaks of drool oozed from the corners of her mouth as she could feel the rush of a firestorm begin between her thighs. The slick smack of the folds of her cunt rubbing against one another as they were licked by Marine was almost too much for her. She would cum, she would climax right there and then if she didn't stop.
"Ohhhhh, Marine, you're so good, too good for me!" she moaned.
Her fingers reached down to plow in the tumid, swollen meat of her slick pussy. She could feel the damp hairs tickling her palm as she felt the throbbing of her pussy. She would be like that slut in the magazine. She would let the dog fuck her, driving that thing into her pussy and making her feel, oh so very, very good. But she wouldn't be reduced to kneeling down on all fours, wagging her ass like some kind of gutter mutt. She would take the dog on her own terms, Betty thought, or not at all.
Slowly she raised both feet from the bed, drawing them back, inching her knees toward her tits while drawing her fingers on either side of her swollen-open cuntlips.
Marine looked at her, whimpering, shaking his powerful, furred body.
"Fuck me, Marine, come on, baby, come on, doggie, fuck me, fuck me!" Betty moaned, her head rolling from side to side.
She felt the dog's panting breath against the insides of her thighs as he drew forward and sniffed at her drooling, hot cunt. Licking his tongue over her slick red pussy-meat, Marine nuzzled at her spread thighs, pawing at them, still whimpering through his flared, black nostrils.
She knew what he wanted, lying flat on her back, her pussy spread, waiting for the big dog to hump her.
"Fuck me!" she whispered yet again.
The dog grunted, tentatively pawing her ass, then slowly getting up on her thighs. She trembled, her eyes wide as she watched the German shepherd steadying himself on her legs, his paws sliding on her flesh, his claws tickling her skin as he drew forward.
Betty kept her hands flat on the bed, waiting for the feeling of his pointy cockhead brushing up against her pussy-lips. Every tingling nerve ending in her pussy waited for that touch, begged for that feeling as she kept her ass flat against the mattress.
"Fuck me!" she whispered again.
The dog was braced now, his paws just beyond the soft, sensitive spot behind her knees. She drew in a ragged breath, her mind reeling as Marine humped his narrow, powerful ass and brushed his cock over her cuntal slit.
Betty babbled, tossing her head from side to side while letting out a long, shivery moan. The dog joined with her cry, humping his ass yet again, testing his balance, then feeling more sure about this strange new fucking position.
Betty licked her dry lips again, wondering when the animal would ever find his stride and...
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
There! He had done it! With a grunt, he shoved down and in, and with a greasy, slippery slide, the pointy head of his cock popped past the tense, eager ring of her cuntal mouth.
Betty let out a groan of delight, feeling herself melting into a mass of sensuous butter. She reached up, running her fingers through his warm fur, holding him as close to her as she dared without endangering the animal's grip on her body. If he kept on fucking her this way his prick would shove and swell in her pussy until she lost herself in the pure, sweaty delight of fucking. That's the way it had been with her ex-husband, and that's how it would be with this, her new lover.
Betty rested on his cock, sensing his cocktip just past the most sensitive part of her pussy. It was rubbing teasingly against the nerve endings inside her. She squeezed her powerful cunt-muscles, rocking her body back and forth.
"Ohhh, yes, boy, yes, fuck me, fuck me good and hard!"
Betty forgot about everything--her daughter, her son, even Doug. All that mattered right now was this dog, this wonderful dog fucking her, pinning her to the mattress with that knobby cock of his! It was all the woman could do to keep from shrieking the walls down.
And that slippery, rising heat in her cunt made her move like a snake under the German shepherd. She was arching her spine, pressing her head back into the pillow while the dog shoved in all the way. It was perfect. He had begun fucking her in earnest now, driving his doggie hips down, more certain now of his strength and balance and position.
Each time Betty curled her spine and tried to swallow up more prickmeat, the animal shoved his cock forward, rubbing his furry belly up against hers while his bushy tail rubbed over the tops of her feet.
"Fuck... fuck..."
It was obscene, filthy, wonderful! The woman swiveled and twisted, pressing her ass against the bed, rubbing her clit up against the dog's cock. And he was fucking her deep, very deep, just as deeply as her ex-husband had in the halcyon days of their marriage when they fucked several times a day. Oh, it was so good, so good feeling something that hard and thick going deep in her body! She loved the feel of that long bar of doggie cock reaching inside, pressing her cuntlips apart.
"Ohhhh!"
Betty moaned low and loud now. She could hear herself sobbing, the roar of her pulse drowning out anything else except the occasional whimper of the animal topping her.
She swerved her ass up, rolling her thighs sexily, grinding her clit up against him and loving the sensation of stretching--that teasing, itchy sensation of stretching she hadn't felt in such a long, long time. The steady beat of his pointy cockhead nudging against the sides of her pussy was welcomed too as Betty strove for a hard, hot climax!
"Ummm... huhhhr! Huhhhhr! Huhhhr!" She felt herself more an animal than the dog fucking her. She dripped sweat, her tits slapping together while her asshole convulsed with her cunt. She was all the way up his knobby prick now, moving her ass around in circles, feeling his cock stirring her insides like a spoon. The mass of tension in her belly swelled more and more and she teetered toward climax.
Slowly she closed her burning thighs, rubbing them up against the dog in seesaw fashion; at times bringing her feet down and pushing them through his fur. Fucking! Fucking! They were fucking! Dog and woman, fucking their brains out right there in her marriage bed. Betty could have laughed if her brain weren't so filled by the raging heat singeing her clit.
"Cummmm... oh God, doggie, gonna do it, gonna... uhhhhhh!"
Betty felt as if someone were pulling her flesh apart with clawing nails. She whipped her thighs up and down in fast fucking movements, feeling her body turn into a melting mass of clinging fluid. She tossed her hips with wild abandon, nearly knocking the beast from her pussy. She felt the simmering heat in her cunt climbing. She started holding her breath in while a small hot fart exploded from her pussy.
"Uhhhhhhh..."
No more! She just couldn't hold back any longer. Betty held onto the fucking dog as if that would somehow keep her pinned to the mattress. She surely would blow through the ceiling! The gathering rush in her veins was too strong for her to stop. She grunted, ramming her cunt up onto his rock-hard bar of prick-meat, feeling the excitement shoot from her cunt to her brain.
And then it happened. Betty exploded, her mind blowing to pieces while the hard, heavy jolt of the dog's cum blasted against her cuntal walls. Yes, she could feel his jizz spattering against her pussy, hear his high-pitched wailing, feel his claws scratching against her thighs while she pitched under him like a boat in a storm.
Betty let out a scream, kicking and biting and clawing at the air while the massive thrusts of his cock took forever. She felt her cuntal walls grip down on his cock, holding it for dear life while she milked at his bucking fuckrod, bouncing up and down like some sort of crazy woman.
The only sounds now were the animal's howling and her own cries, punctuated by the steady clattering of the headboard against the wall behind her. Fucking! She had finally crossed that barrier again, fucking with her pet.
"Ahhhhh!"
Her head snapped back and her tits jiggled as the last of her cum shot through her body. Oh, oh, oh, it was good! So very good, feeling those itchy spasms wash over her like the waves of the ocean, growing less and less ferocious as her climax finally ebbed to nothing.
Minutes passed as the woman lay there, the dog having long since climbed from her body. She could hear him licking himself somewhere. That was all right. She only wanted peace now, the peace of someone completely satisfied.
"A dog... I fucked a dog!" she whispered to herself, drawing her fingers over her tits, feeling the nails scratching over her pussy delightfully.
Yes, she had done it, let this animal rape her--if rape could be the right word. She paused in her thought, wondering if there was some guilt, some regret in what she'd done. Betty wrinkled her forehead, her lips eventually curling into a smile. Not really, she thought. The regret had been in having held out this long, having "saved" herself like some sort of virgin holding out for her husband. Francie was different. She had her life to look forward to, a husband to please. She should be careful.
But as for herself--Betty looked at the big dog still lapping his balls, his furred head moving up and down with that licking movement--for herself, there would only be pleasure now. The dog, of course, would be welcomed, she thought as she pushed herself up to a sitting position and examined the cummy mess of her pussy. But there was her son's friend, that young man who kept staring at her. Was there something other than idle curiosity to his look? Was he wondering what kind of woman she was in bed? Or was he wondering how she had been years ago when perhaps he might have been interested in making a pass?
The latter thought humiliated Betty, taking away the edge of her newly found freedom of sexual thought. But she hadn't been mistaken in that glance, she thought. Some boys liked older women. She would have to be careful, of course. Brad and Francie must never know. But she would find out, Betty thought, sliding her legs over the side of the bed. Yes, she would find out.
"Good boy, good doggie, let me through now," Betty said, scooping up her clothes and padding over the licking German shepherd.
She felt the cool dribbling sensation of his cum oozing from her pussy-slit, wetting down her thighs as she walked to the bathroom. Fucking--that was on her mind now. That was the only thing on her mind now, and it would be the center of her attention until the day she would die.
* * *
Her daughter Francie was thinking much the same thing as she stepped from her brother's car two hours later, feeling Doug's hand pressing against her upper arm. He was helping her from the car while Brad was busily trying to dial another radio station. Brad wasn't well known for being helpful.
"Great evening. You bowl pretty good," Doug said, smiling easily at her. "Here, I'll walk you to the door."
"Oh, you don't have to," Francie said, thrilled to death that he had offered.
"Hey, don't take too much time with her. I wanna hit some of the clubs downtown before we pack it in," Brad called out.
"Back in a sec."
Francie could have strangled her brother, but she managed to keep her cool as she walked through the night air toward her house. She could see her mother's light on, but the downstairs was completely dark. It would have been a perfect time for him to kiss her, to touch her.
She felt every inch of her young body come alive as she stepped onto the front porch and turned toward him. He was so big, so tall, so muscular. He made Francie feel so helpless. She sighed, wanting to fall in his arms, but ever conscious of her brother only fifty feet away.
"Guess no muggers," she said with a nervous giggle, shrugging her shoulders.
"Didn't think there'd be any. Hey," he said softly, looking behind him as Brad beeped the horn. "Maybe you and I can go out... you know, without your brother some time. I think we'd have a great time, just the two of us, you know?"
Francie managed to nod her head up and down. It was a miracle she found her keys, fumbling for the lock as Doug hurried back down the path to the car. So engrossed was Francie in her own thoughts that she didn't notice the glance Doug shot up to the upstairs window before climbing into Brad's car.
"Oh God, God, I'm so happy, so happy!" she whispered to herself, locking the door behind her and leaning against the knob.
He had touched her, nearly kissed her, and was now asking her out for a date! She wanted to run upstairs to tell her mother. But no, she would wait. Mother was always dour whenever she bubbled about some guy she had just met. Francie knew she would have to be careful this time, especially considering Doug was one of Brad's friends and seemed to have shared in some pretty shady things her brother had done in Oceanside.
"Marine..."
It was funny. She was falling for a marine, and here was her dog, named after him.
"Your nose... it's so soft... and your tongue," she whispered.
There wasn't any of the fear, any of the foreboding she felt earlier when the dog had approached her. Francie considered the animal, considered the hot feeling she had still going through her like a river of fire. Her eyes rolled up toward the stairs, her ears pricked for any sound from her mother. Betty, she knew, often fell asleep in front of her T.V. set in her bedroom, the sound of it often droning under her closed door until the early hours of the morning. It was her mother's sad way, she thought, of coping with an empty life. No, there was nothing now.
"Come on, boy, come on."
If she couldn't have her marine right now, she would have this one. With a sly giggle, Francie patted her thighs, walking through the doorway and into the kitchen. There was the door to the rec room her dad had built that no one used now. Well, she would use it, and so would Marine. He stood there, his long pink tongue hanging out, his panting filling the small room.
"Come on, boy, come on, we're gonna have some fun... just like me and Doug are gonna have later."
CHAPTER FIVE
Francie didn't have to do this. She knew it as she picked her way carefully down the darkened stairs, her feet searching tentatively for the wooden steps while she clung to the handrail. But there was something in her that wanted it all, and "all", meant having Marine servicing her. The recreation room was quiet dark, private, and away from her mother's well tuned ears.
"Here, boy, here..."
There it was, the couch, the cover still on it to protect the cushions from dust. Gripping one corner of it, Francie uncovered the sofa, feeling her heart beating quickly. She thought of her brother's friend, of the way he had looked at her, pressed her clammy palm into his strong firm fingers. A chilling rush of heat slammed into her pussy as she climbed onto the sofa.
Francie started undressing, pulling her jersey off and letting out a shivering moan as she felt the cotton material frictioning her stiff nipples. Marine was there, sitting on his haunches, watching her patiently as she unzipped her skirt and skinned the garment down over her thighs. It felt good taking off her clothes this way--free, uninhibited.
Francie paused at her panties, feeling the dog staring hotly at her as she curled her fingers just under the white elastic band and pushed them down, down over her knees and ankles. There! She was stark-naked, ready for him when he chose to mount her.
"Marine..."
She whispered his name, hearing her voice echo on the dark basement room. Stretching out her legs, Francie rubbed their backs against the sofa, smiling at the large animal while gesturing to him with her fingers to come forward. He rose from his haunches, his body quivering as his ears pricked forward.
Francie knew what he was doing. He was smelling her, sniffing her pussy the way he had done when he'd first taken her. The girl liked that idea, loved the thought that this wonderful, handsome animal was smelling her overheated pussy.
Dipping two fingers into her fuzzy cunt crack, Francie pushed them down into her soppy cunt, then held them out to the dog. The animal sniffed her fingers, cocking his ears, letting out a little whining sound. How that made her flesh crawl with excitement! Francie drew in her upper arms, hugging them tightly against her sides while shifting her ass from left to right against the sofa cushion.
Marine was looking hotly at her now, his brown eyes boring into her soul while his claws were digging into the sofa cushion. There was going to be no more foreplay. He was deadly serious now, his tail sticking straight out, his ears flattening back against his powerful head while his sides heaved in and out.
"I'm a bitch... I'm a bitch, and I don't care," Francie said to herself, falling back on the sofa, spreading her legs for the dog.
The young girl had long since passed the point of caring about her private morality. No one knew what was happening. Besides, she still had her cherry... and the dog on top of her, doing such wonderful things to her.
Marine jumped onto the couch, then he began licking her salty flesh--gently at first, drawing his drippy tongue over her knees, her calves, her toes, making the teen giggle at his light, teasing touch. Oh, oh, oh, how she wanted him licking her cunt now, touching her all over, brushing that wonderful long tongue against her clit!
"Good dog, good... good dog!" she gasped, parting her shivering thighs and drawing her fingers up and down over her cunt crack.
It felt good touching herself this way. Her mother had always warned her about doing that. But how could something so good and so harmless be that awful? And now the touching was making her hot and wet. She could feel her pussy-juices drenching her soaked cuntlips, dripping down her ass. The smell was growing more and more intense as the heat burned through her pussy.
Marine could take no more. He lunged forward and started eating her with a ravenous appetite. His nose moved up and down, from side to side through her pussy-slit, forcing her inner labes apart. He was stretching her cunt tantalizingly, making her nerve endings stand on end and itch. She needed him. Oh God in heaven, how Francie needed that animal now!
Cinching her eyes closed, the young teen drew her knees together and hugged the friendly German shepherd, loving the feel of his body pressed against hers.
"Oh, Marine, oh God, so good, so very very good!"
Her cunt had needed something, some kind of stimulation, especially after her brief but intense encounter with Doug. She thought of him now, his face flashing in front of her eyes as she twisted under the dog's touch. She could just imagine him holding her down with his hands, pressing his fingers into her hipbones while his tongue fed on her pussy. Yes, yes, she would have him eat her first, just the way the dog was doing now before he fucked her. How excited he would be to discover she still had her cherry and she would give it up to him!
Francie moaned loudly, writhing her shoulder blades against the sofa cushion while kicking her legs high in the air. It felt good to be free like that, wallowing in her own fuck-lust while the big dog ate around her cunt. He was doing it now, going lower, touching her all over with that magic tongue of his while his claws dug into her inner thighs for balance. It was good spreading her legs this way for Marine, petting the dog with her toes while feeling her cunt slicked down with his doggie spit. Oh, it felt so darned good!
Marine let out a growl, letting his fangs nip along the puffed outer edges of her cuntlips. The feeling was driving her out of her mind. It sent shivers of utter delight rushing through her, blasting her brain while his tongue dipped down into her cunt again and again.
Francie went crazy, humping her ass and pressing her cuntal mound up harder against his mouth. She wanted him to eat her as if he were about to rip her to pieces. Yes, she wanted the violence of the act, the touch of his tongue drilling into her, making her feel as if the world were crashing down into her young virgin cunt.
Marine sensed her growing excitement. He dug his fangs into her silken flesh, his neck hairs bristling with the wildness he felt. Again he growled and tossed his head, his tongue slopping down into her.
"Noooo, oh God, God!"
Francie was glad she had decided to take this basement room. Her cries were becoming louder while the dog was growling all the time now. Thank goodness for the thick walls! No one would hear the two of them as they continued playing around this way.
Francie clawed at the dog's thick, furry neck, urging him on, feeling vulnerable but good. Flames of incredible delight licked up her thighs as the dog was licking into her cunt. The sensitive spots between her toes and fingers itched while she dug her feet against the animal's furred, muscled sides.
She could feel her body reacting fast to the sloppy friction against her cuntal slit. Froth bubbled out around her cuntlips, draining over her thighs. It was then Francie knew she was going to cum if she didn't do something fast. She had to hold back, draw back or she would climax in his mouth. And the young blonde teen didn't want that to happen in the least. She wanted his cock.
"Oh Marine, not yet, not yet... in God's name, not yet!"
Somehow she managed to squirm free of the big animal, bringing her legs down and pushing him from her cunt. He was licking her wrists, whimpering in confusion, wondering why this wonderful young girl was doing this. Then something seemed to click, and a new, hotter fire glowed in his eyes.
Francie smiled weakly, turning around. She gathered a small velvet pillow between her hands, holding it and resting one cheek against the cool material while bobbing her ass high in the air. It was going to happen again. Oh God, it was going to happen again, and Marine was there to make it so! She could feel the fuck-juice running down her ass, and a hot, itchy throb making all her cuntal nerve endings so hard, so sensitive to the touch.
Francie pranced her ass several times, feeling the sexy jiggling of her asscheeks against one another while her knees sank into the sofa cushion.
"Come on, boy, come on, fuck me, fuck me like you did before!"
It was all she could do to keep her sanity, kneeling like a rutting animal in front of the huge, sexy German shepherd.
He continued to lick at her for a while, hearing the dog whining through his nostrils. His tongue had entered her body, forcing her hot, slick, swollen cuntmeat wide enough for him to suck out more of her pussy-juices. He rolled and licked his tongue around the sensitive ring of her cuntal muscles.
Francie felt them convulse and tighten around his muzzle and hot tongue each time he stuck it real deep.
She let out a sharp cry, hooking one leg over the animal, then kicking it straight out as he raked up across her clit once more. She cried out again, hugging his head hard. Francie wanted him to lick her everywhere at once. She tilted her ass up, then down, doing everything she could to increase the licking touch as the dog burrowed his black nose into the seething, sloppy mess of her cunt.
"Good, good doggy... ohhhhhhh, good, that's the way, that's the way..."
Francie pulled her face from the pillow and pushed up, peering between her legs. She could see it now, see that long knobby thing jerking around against the dog's belly. He was going to fuck her, fuck her good with his long, knobby cock.
"Fuck... come on, boy, come on, don't make me wait any more!"
The tickle was excruciating, more than anything she had ever felt. He was licking at her ass, wetting each asscheek lovingly, getting her ready for his first thrust. Oh God yes, yes, to have something inside her cunt--deep inside!
Marine quickly tired of the foreplay and started mounting her. She could feel his paws scratching at her asscheeks. Francie grunted, her lower jaw slackening while her eyes cinched shut. She could feel his furred weight on her back. His claws scraped her skin painfully. She had her back bowed down, her ass shoved out to make the angle of her cunt right.
Marine was driving his ass in, humping it sharply in the instinctive movements of dogfucking. A thrill filled her chest. Her long blonde hair hung down to curtain her face, and she could feel the weight of her large, young tits as she waited there on hands and knees for the big dog to fuck her. Her taut, shapely ass moved and dipped. Something brushed her cunt crack, something very, very hot and slick.
Francie smiled dreamily, knowing exactly what it was. She moved one hand back, determined she would keep her cherry, but would still have the fun of fucking with Marine a second time.
"Fuck... fuck me, Marine. Yes, do it, do it to me and do it... hard!"
She felt she had to be fucked, raped by the large dog behind her before she would have the satisfaction she needed. The dog sensed her urgency and growled, hugging her tightly, nearly driving the wind from her lungs with his forelegs. It was happening. Oh God, it was happening! She could feel that red barb, the tip of the animal's cock gouging along the seepy heat of her cunt crack, sliding lower.
A flash of delight shot through her.
"Fuck me, fuck, Marine!"
The animal's red cock slipped into her cuntal mound. Again, the dog tightened his grip, his hindlegs pattering nervously behind Francie while his hips shot forward. There! He had done it, slipped an inch of his prickmeat into her, then another one, brushing her cherry once again with the tip of his cock.
"Uhhhhh..."
Francie threw back her head, feeling his hard, long prick slipping into her, sliding into her body all the way.
"Go for it, doggie, come on, do it to me, do it to me!"
They were both very, very excited, their bodies scraping against one another while the couch moved back and forth against the tiled floor from their jerky movements.
Suddenly, Marine's cock was out of her cunthole, gouging madly along her ass. He whimpered, jerking his hips around, trying to slip his prick back in that hot, tight little slot that had given him so much pleasure. Francie let out a cry of despair, jerking her ass around to find his recalcitrant cock.
"Uh... ooooowwwww! No, no, it hurts! Take it out, Marine... oh no!"
He had found a fuckhole. The wrong one! Francie's eyes rounded, nearly popping from her head as she felt his knobby fuckrod slide right into her asshole!
She jerked forward, her forehead striking the wall. The girl swatted at the animal, trying to toss him off her body. It couldn't be! It just couldn't! Their little game was changing now, turning into something very painful and frightening. Francie tried shaking the dog free, but found him more determined than ever to fuck her, no matter where.
"No, ow! Take it... oooooooooh!"
It was no use. The animal was determined to get off any way he could. Francie had excited him too much with all the licking foreplay. And now his huge cock was lodged in her shitter, chugging back and forth slowly, making her thigh and belly muscles cramp from the pressure.
She shook her head violently, her cheeks puffing out, long streaks of perspiration wetting her face as the dog pulled his prick halfway out, then jammed it back in all the way. Francie cried, her head exploding with pain while his big cock took over, sliding up into her bowels.
The young teen reached down to her pussy, surprised to find that her ass was slowly accommodating his prick with little trouble. More surprising to the girl was that her pussy was beginning to pick up strange exciting signals from her asshole, signals that made her clit all hard and stiff and hot once more!
She screwed up her forehead, bobbing her ass slightly against his body, feeling his cock slip in all the way once more and drawing out a squeak of pleasure from the girl.
It was so odd, so strange, but Francie felt her cunt going into tremors of violent need as if... as if the animal were fucking her pussy. The sliding of his doggie prick as it moved deeper in her guts sent hot, shivery thrills through her ass and cunt. She was going to cum, and cum hard.
The dog was fucking her faster now, his breath coming in lusty little grunts while his claws scratched her sides and tits. The girl gritted her teeth, crushing them against one another as she backed into Marine and fucked for all she was worth.
Fucked in the ass! It was almost a joke as she grunted with the effort of keeping up with the dog's fucking strokes. All the delight in her body focused in her asshole, the stretched, tickling ring seeming to draw all life from her.
Francie panted, her mind going blank as she was fucked hard and fast. But the way her cunt reacted, she didn't particularly care. She felt the dog hit something deep inside her, something that made her bowels spasm. It didn't matter. All that mattered was the desire to have her climax happen with one massive blow. She wanted it all--the delight in her nipples, in her cunt, in her ass, everything to blow apart at once, just as his cock would explode in her asshole at any second.
"Ohhhhhh..."
Marine grunted behind her, his cock pulling out, sucking her bowels down. The girl hunched her ass back and forth in fast, fluttering strokes while burying her hands in the pillow by the couch. Now, she thought, now! It was going to happen right now! The girl let out a shout, feeling as if someone had touched her ass with a flame thrower.
Marine was cumming, blowing his load in her, filling her up with his jizz while alternately growling and yipping. It was all the young woman needed. With another cry, Francie fell over the edge, the lightning jolts of heat searing her clit and making her cuntal walls slap wetly against one another. It was happening hard and fast. Her clenching asshole throbbed in time with her cunt, his jizz spurting into her bowels, then frothing out and dripping down her thighs. It was wonderful, the most marvelous thing she had felt yet. Francie pounded the couch with her tiny fists, jerking her ass from left to right, drinking in the last of the dog's fuckmoves.
The smashing rhythm of her orgasm had left her limp and breathless. She collapsed on the sofa, holding onto the pillow as if her life depended on it.
Francie sobbed into the soft, musky-smelling cloth, aware now of the quiet dark pressing in on her and the animal. Now all the sounds she could hear were the smacking licks of Marine cleaning himself.
"Good, so good!"
It had been good, but was getting fucked by a man better? Again she thought of her brother's friend, about that sexy look he had flashed her before taking off with Brad. She could have to have a talk with her brother. Maybe he could put in a good word for her. That would be nice, so nice to have someone like Doug touching her, maybe even fucking her.
"Ohhhh, Doug..."
It was late. She would have to get up and out of here or her mother and brother would suspect something. Pushing herself from the couch, Francie saw the German shepherd's big, muscular outline. Well, if Doug didn't work out, she thought, gathering her clothes together, there was always Marine. And that, she knew, was more than a consolation prize.
CHAPTER SIX
"Well, I suppose... that would be all right," Betty said hesitantly, patting her hair and watching as her son and daughter slipped from the living room out the front door.
Francie had been after her all night to let her and Brad have a burger. She wanted to talk to her older brother, and seemed so insistent on it, Betty was afraid to say no. She wanted to ask Brad where his friend Doug was, but felt there wasn't an opportunity to bring up that question without it looking odd.
Closing the door behind them, she watched as the car drove slowly down the street. That was the one thing about Brad. He might have been a hell-raiser, but he was very gentle when it came to his sister. They would be gone for about two hours, Brad said, mentioning something about taking her around to do some shopping. That would be nice. They would have something to do while she... she had nothing but this house and Marine.
Marine. There he was, dozing with his powerful head on his forelegs, his ears stuck out at either side from his head like airplane wings. She had never seen him this tired. Did she dare wake him and try something?
Thoughts about fucking were never far from her mind's surface lately. The more she tried to push them away, the more vividly they returned. She had fantasized about the dog, even about her son's friend. It was silly, of course. He would be more interested in someone like her daughter. She would have to keep an eye on her. Betty could well imagine the triumph someone like Doug would feel having bedded a virgin teenager.
Footsteps. Was it Brad coming back for something?
She turned and walked to the front door, noticing that Marine had raised his head and was staring curiously at the window. Peeping through the small window, she saw it was Doug standing there, his hands on his hips.
Marine growled softly, getting up on his haunches.
"No, bad dog, down!" she said, pointing a finger at him.
With a whimper, Marine sank back to the floor, his body quivering with shame as she opened the door.
"Hi, Mrs. Vaughn. Sorry I kept Brad out so late last night. He in?"
"Uh, no, not really. I mean, they went out... he and his sister, Francie. They'll be back shortly, though, if you'd like to wait."
Betty knew she was lying through her teeth. They wouldn't be back for hours. Why was she luring him in with that obvious tale?
"Sure, if you don't mind. I'll just sit myself down here in front of the tube."
Betty's heart sank. If he got involved in some program he wouldn't notice... notice what? That she was interested in fucking him? That she wanted to pull her skirt up to her waist and let him sniff her hot pussy? That would tell him something. He would know something was up, and then he would... fuck her.
"Could I get you something, some hot coffee?" she asked, barely able to hide the trembling in her voice.
"Naw, that's all right. I'll just settle in and wait for Brad."
Betty stood behind his chair, wringing her fingers, wondering what she could do, what she could say to bring him to notice her.
"Uh, when did you say the two of you were leaving?" she asked, raking her mind for something to say.
She had sat down next to him in a nearby chair, modestly keeping her knees together and yet very, very aware of her body next to his.
"I didn't, but it's in four days. But we'll be back around Christmas. Without a war, there's not too much of a problem in getting leave."
"Oh," Betty said, shrugging her shoulders.
She turned around and saw some program about cops and robbers on the tube. Marine had gone back to sleep, assuming nothing interesting would happen. It was going all wrong. But Betty had no idea what to do to set it right.
"Is something wrong, Mrs. Vaughn?"
Betty nearly jumped out of her skin. It was the question she had been dying for him to ask, and now she trembled when it was out in the air.
"Why, no... I don't think so. It's just that I'm concerned about you boys and all. I mean, that's the least a mother can be, concerned in these times," she said, her voice trailing off.
There was something changed in the air now, something she could almost touch.
"What's your first name? I know Brad's mentioned it a couple of times, but I forget," Doug said, his voice becoming softer, more intimate.
Betty could almost feel it caressing her cheek as she sat there.
"Betty... Elizabeth, actually, but it's too long for most people to say, I guess," Betty said, feeling like a schoolgirl.
"Betty."
Doug repeated the name. His eyes seemed closer than their physical distance really was.
This was dangerous, Betty thought, drawing her hands up to her sides and feeling her pulse racing. She had fought for his attention and now she had it. But she wasn't really sure if she could handle it or not. What kind of boy was this? And, more importantly, did he want her... in the same way she was smoldering after him? Betty was still unsure.
They were staring at one another. Betty was wishing she hadn't started this up now. She could feel the last shreds of her pride slipping away. It was as if her needs were coming out like dirty laundry right in front of this young boy. What if he were to repulse her and then tell her son? He would be the laughing stock of the barracks, a marine with a mother who wanted to take on the platoon! She would rather die than put Brad in that position. Perhaps she had better call this whole thing off before it got out of control.
"Yes. Well, perhaps they'll be back a little later than I thought," Betty said, trying to sound cool.
"Maybe. So what? I can wait."
She was sure he could. But could she? Betty saw him smile. But it was more than a smile. There was a kind of quirkiness to it, a kind of sass that both frightened and excited her. She was still uncertain about what to do. He was her son's friend. It would almost be like going to bed with Brad. How silly! Of course it wouldn't! But... but still he was so much younger and... and she had her reputation to look after, especially considering her nosy son and daughter.
"What... what are you doing?"
He had risen from the chair and had flicked off the television, not taking his eyes from her for a moment. That kind of concentration frightened her.
Betty leaned back in her chair, feeling her body shivering against the cushions. She felt weak as a kitten. The sensation was dangerously pleasant. She got herself into situations where she felt like that, and the ending was always predictable.
"Just what you want, I'll bet. Brad isn't going to be home for a while, is he?"
Betty shook her head, blushing at the fact she'd been caught in a lie.
"I thought so. Then why did you ask me in?"
Betty worked her fingertips over the armchair rests, fumbling for words, noticing the dog standing up on his haunches once more, his head cocked to one side. He could smell her. She knew he could smell her. He was whimpering, wondering if there would be more excitement in store for him.
"Down!"
It came from Doug. The word was so loud, so firm it was almost like a slap across the face. Marine stared at the big marine, then whimpered and laid his head on his forepaws.
Betty was amazed. Few people could even get the dog to stop snarling. And there was this boy who had cowed her animal. She was impressed and found herself smiling.
"It wasn't that hard," he said, guessing what she was thinking. "But I've got something real hard, and it's for you. It's always been for you, ever since I came over and saw you."
The words burned through Betty like hot iron. She almost giggled as she thought of their consequences. She was swaying there, feeling as if she would faint. And it was all because of this boy, this marine who was coming on to her. She could tell him to move away from her, to go find someone his own age. But something kept her quiet. All she did was sit there, feeling as if she were sinking through the cushion. Her pussy was getting hot and moist again, her cuntlips swelling open while her pussy-juices slicked down her thighs and panties.
No wonder Marine was still lying there, whimpering as if someone had kicked him hard in the ribs. He had figured out the score and was trembling with jealousy and disappointment. Betty felt sorry for him.
"Please, don't... don't do this to me, I'm Brad's mother."
"And damned attractive at that," Doug interrupted, catching her hand and kissing it.
"What are you doing? Oh God, please, don't... don't do that! It just isn't right," Betty whispered, eyeing the door as if Brad and Francie would come through it at any second.
"There's no right or wrong here. Just the two of us," Doug whispered back.
Marine whimpered again as Doug drew her in his arms, kissing her neck, her hair, fondling her tits while gathering up her skirt in his free hand. She could feel him all over her, touching her all over, feeling her flesh, rubbing his fingers up, up toward her panties until he was touching the thin, nylon crotch.
He kept his fingers there, against her slit and cuntal folds until he had her moaning and clinging to his shoulders. The slick touch felt shockingly good.
Betty found herself making little fucking movements, grunting in his ear while rubbing the backs of her legs against the sofa.
"You're wet, real hot and wet down there. That means you really got to have it. You want it? You want my cock in you?"
Betty dropped her eyes, blushing furiously at the question. Marine had done nothing like this. It had been so uncomplicated, almost like scratching an itch. This was so different. But the promise of satisfaction with a man was so great Betty endured it.
"Yes, yes, I want it. Oh please, don't make me talk any more. It's so hard... hard to speak."
"Yeah, me too. We're both gonna go crazy with this, baby. It's real wild, real wild!"
He was kissing her now, his lips glued to hers while his tongue slid down all the way to her tonsils. She gurgled happily, feeling spit frothing around the corners of her mouth and dribbling down her chin. He was unbuttoning her blouse, opening it, then reaching around and unsnapping her bra. All this he did without breaking from the kiss.
Betty hardly knew what was happening until she felt his callused fingertips brushing up against her nipples. That was all she needed. The woman let out a long, low shivery moan, falling back against the chair.
"Can't do much here, Betty. We're gonna have to go upstairs, okay?"
"Yes, upstairs, upstairs. But... I'll need some help. I... I don't think I can walk very well."
Her excitement was at a fever pitch. She could hardly control her thoughts, let alone her body. Her knees seemed like rubber when Doug slid one hand around her back and lifted her from the chair.
Betty felt like a limp rag, her head dangling back, resting against his broad chest. She was terribly aware of his arms encircling her body, holding her up while he lifted her from the chair and turned her around.
Marine was sitting up now, his body shaking, whimpering loudly through his nostrils as he watched his mistress being enfolded in this stranger's arms.
"It's all right boy, it sounds like she's comin' apart, but I ain't gonna hurt her," Doug said with a wink.
Betty knew she could still stop this. But nothing in her pleaded that cause. All she cared about now as drifting away in this man's strong arms, feeling them around her, then feeling his cock inside her until he made her cum.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she whispered, no longer ashamed of what she was asking for.
Betty felt herself being carried through the house, her legs dangling uselessly over one of his arms as he guided her up the stairs. To her astonishment, she found herself being laid carefully down on her daughter's bed!
"No, this is Francie's. We can't... not here. What if she comes in and..."
"Then she finds us. I don't mind having two women to fuck. Shit, it might be fun, a mother/daughter act. Might even get the pooch involved," Doug said with a smirk, kicking the door shut, then crossing his arms and pulling his marine t-shirt from his body.
Betty drew back on the bed, feeling a little uneasy at what was happening. Her daughter's room was a kind of keep-out zone for her. She didn't even feel comfortable coming in to clean. And here she was, stretched out on Francie's bed, half-naked with this man stripping himself in front of her, about to fuck her.
Again, she thought about bolting. But when she caught sight of his broad chest, the dark curly hairs covering his flesh like a jungle, Betty lost the heart to do so. He was on her in a moment, pushing her back into the white pillow, tossing the two rag dolls her daughter kept there onto the floor and gathering her up in his arms again.
"Oh, it's so good, so good having someone do this to me again."
"Like I said, the way you were juicin' down there, it's been a while since a stud's taken care of you. I'm just what you ordered," he said, licking her chin, then biting her nose playfully before sealing her mouth with his mouth and driving his tongue down, down until Betty thought he would scratch that itch in her cunt with it.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!"
"That's it, baby, that's it, Betty. You're movin' like a teenager. Christ, I haven't had anyone this hot for a long, long time! You're gonna fry my cock right off with that cunt!"
She loved his filthy mouth! The more awful things he said about her, the more she loved it. He had his hands down under her skirt once more, his fingers pinching her thigh flesh, letting go the moment she squealed in pain. It was a delightful pain, though, one that had her kicking her legs out and begging for more. And when he started rubbing her nylon panty crotchband against her pussy mound again, Betty moaned into his spitty mouth, fencing her tongue against his, silently begging for more action, for his cock.
"You like that, huh? You like having me play around with you like that?" he said, pulling his hand out and drawing his fingers up to her nose.
She could smell it, smell the sharp, lusty odor of her pussy, a richness that made her twist her head away while at the same time tense her thighs and buck her cunt up against his probing fingers. Yes, yes, she wanted him touching her down there like that, twisting his fingers around and around under the legbands of her panties, stroking her clit, touching her pussy, scraping his fingernails over her cuntlips until he had her begging and humping up for more.
"Fuck... oh God, fuck, fuck, fuck..."
Betty couldn't stop her own filthy mouth. She was swearing like a sailor, twisting around, skewering her pussy onto his fingers the way she had thrust into Marine's mouth the day before.
Betty could feel her skirt loosening, her blouse coming off, her panties being tugged down around her jutting hipbones. Doug was stripping her while keeping on his Levi's for the moment, rubbing his tell-tale bulging cock against her pussy.
"Nice hot pussy, real hot and tight. I can feel the grip on my fingers. Wooooh! Nice tight grip!" he whispered in her ear, while drawing his knuckles up so they would touch her clit.
Betty let out a howl, pulling away from his mouth once more and groaning. He had been right. He had her making sounds as if she were coming apart. And in a way she was, feeling her heart beating so hard while her pussy throbbed and ached and itched around his probing fingers. Now he was pressing the heel of his palm against her cuntal mound, pushing out more fuck-juice, fingering her clit, making her go crazy with all those magic touches.
"Please, don't wait... please, fuck me, fuck me now, Doug! Oh, oh, I don't know how long I can wait," she whimpered.
"You can wait all damned night, if I want. But don't worry," he said with a grin, chucking her under the chin. "I'll have you cryin' by the time I stick it in. Yeah, stick it in hard and fuck!"
"Stick... stick it in and fuck," Betty repeated mindlessly, writhing under his touch.
She jerked her ass back the moment he started pressing her clit down, pricking the slick, rounded red tip of it with his fingernail. He was working her up so hard, so very, very hard, teasing her out of her mind. And still he hadn't even taken off his slacks!
"Now..."
He could read her mind, she thought, watching Doug slide up from the bed, hooking his fingers over his top button and opening his pants. Next came the zipper, and then... and then his long, thick cock! It was a sight that made Betty gasp, her mouth opening wide while her cunt pulsed hotly. Fucked, and fucked by something that had to be seven... no, at least nine inches, and so thick she wondered if she could get her fingers around it. Oh, it would be her first fuck by a man in years, and what a fuck it would be!
The young stud was wedged between her white shivering thighs, his ears brushing against her flesh while his fingers caressed her fat, hot cuntlips. His nose pressed against her clit while he ran his tongue lightly around her pussy, at times poking teasingly into her wet, jagged cunt slit as if he were going to fuck her hard with his tongue. That light, teasing touch, the way his moustache brushed over her quivering pussy while his fingers strayed down, down toward her asshole, drove the woman crazy. She arched her spine, pressing back, her feet sliding back and forth against the wrinkling coverlet.
"Liked getting licked off? Lots of women freak out when I do that. But man, you dig getting tongued. I can tell, Betty, you're real hot for this."
Doug stretched her cuntlips apart with his fingers now and dipped his tongue into her hot pussy-hole.
"Oooooooooh!"
The woman groaned loudly. She could feel his wriggling, slick prick-like tongue worming its way into her body, touching all the sensitive, itchy spots on her cuntal walls. It was just like having Marine down there, lapping at her pussy, touching her clit while he was getting ready to mount her. But this was lots better, knowing this handsome, wonderful young man was going to fuck her soon.
Betty twisted, stretching her body, feeling her pussy throb and pulse with the tension while Doug sucked down hard into her pussy. She could feel the vacuum he created, feel his tongue wriggling down, down, pushing aside her milking, tumid cuntmeat while he twisted his head from side to side. She couldn't take it any longer. She was yammering incoherently, beating the mattress with her palms, kicking her legs out, then bringing them in and pressing her thighs against his head. He had to stop! Oh, that itch, that achy itch, growing worse by the moment, would kill her for sure!
"Oh, don't... oh God, it's so goooooood, so good you're killing me," she screamed, her head digging back into the soft white pillow behind.
She could hear him gurgling down there between her legs while he kept on twisting his head around and around, fucking his tongue now back and forth, back and forth like a cock. Soon Betty found herself humping back, flattening her feet against the bed and jerking and rolling her thighs up.
She wanted to feel his tongue all the way in her, touching her womb, filling her up the way Marine's tongue had filled her. And now he was rubbing one finger just below her clit, teasing her tiny fuck-bud until Betty swore she could feel electric sparks showering into her pussy.
She cried out, raising her hands and curling her fingers into her long blonde hair. She tugged at the strands until she could feel the tearing pain around her roots. The young man was still mouthing her pussy, fucking her with his tongue while rubbing his fingers over her clit. He was driving her insane. Fuck-juices flooded from the deepest part of her pussy-slit, frothing around his sucking mouth, wetting his chin. Oh, oh, how she loved him licking deep into her cunt!
Betty stiffened as a particularly powerful series of spasms shot through her cunt, making the tiny muscles around her pussy mouth contract around Doug's tongue. He liked that feeling, grunting with pleasure. In a moment she felt his hands cupping her asscheeks, molding them, kneading them as if they were two white mounds of soft dough while he continued to fuck her cunt with his mouth.
"Stop... oh please, oh God in heaven, you don't know what... what you're doing to me!" she gasped, barely able to get the words out.
Without thinking, Betty started jerking her hips wildly in sharp, fucking movements. She had to be fucked. She just had to! She couldn't take this kind of teasing, this kind of sucking and tonguing much more. She had to have a good hard cock fucking her, stretching her pussy to the tearing point. And Doug had that kind of prick. She had seen it moments before, sticking straight out from his hairy groin, bobbing like some club about to strike her.
The thought of it, the image of that thing in her mind hurried Betty along her way toward climax. She groaned, tossing her head from side to side, her long blonde hair tangling around the dampened corners of her mouth. She groaned, grinding her hips upward, rubbing her thighs hungrily against the young marine's head while he kept on licking and sucking at her pussy-slit. She felt so split apart from that tonguing touch, Betty began to wonder just what she would feel when he finally fucked her.
"Ooooooooooh!"
Doug pulled out, rimming her pussy mouth with the tip of his tongue, then rolling her ass back, back, until her legs were high in the air. Betty could feel her shoulders taking the full weight of her body while her legs dangled there awkwardly in the air. She felt his tongue, that wonderful, awful tongue, tickling down toward her shitter while his hands were strong against her asscheeks. Oh God! He was teasing her asshole, flicking his tongue against that wrinkled flesh while still nosing her cunt. Betty went wild, kicking her legs as if she were riding a bicycle while groaning and grunting like a pig in rut. When Doug stuck one finger in her asshole, twisting it around and around while driving his tongue back into her pussy, the woman thought she would fall to pieces.
He was fucking her shitter, driving his fingers into her asshole up to the second joint while flicking his tongue in her tight, juicy fuckhole. What was amazing was how his finger unleashed a series of showering hot sparks into her clit. The stinging, delicious, spicy feeling added to the hot spasms already pricking her clit.
Betty jerked her body as much as she could, tucking her ass back, then letting it roll forward once more while Doug continued to fuck her shitter back and forth with his forefinger.
"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"
Betty felt him caressing her firm ass with both hands, the tickling touch of his mouth and tongue driving her faster toward cumming. Her cunt was halved over his mouth now. She could hear the sloppy sounds of his tongue and lips over her pussy as he slowly pulled his fingers from her shitter and lowered her down. She sighed with relief, catching her breath as her feet found the mattress once more.
"Man, that was hot, real hot! Hey, what's wrong with the pooch?"
Betty heard Marine outside, whining and whimpering, pawing the door, at times throwing his body against it. She panicked, shaking her head from side to side. No! He must never know the real reason why Marine was growling and panting so hard outside!
"He might be hungry. I don't know," she said dully, holding onto Doug. "Do you really care?"
He smiled, shaking the sweat from his forehead and looking down at her.
"Sure as hell not. That's his problem. He'll last 'til we're through."
Doug drew the back of his left hand over his lips, kneeling there in front of her, his powerful body seeming to overwhelm her while his cock was still sticking straight out. Now Betty saw his thick cockhead--all purple, throbbing, hot, ready to fuck her. She gasped, putting one hand to her throat, feeling as if she would surely faint from tension. He was working his fingers around his bulbous prick-tip, slicking down his thick-veined cockshaft with the transparent slime of his pre-cum. Betty could have cried for that big cock.
"Yeah, yeah, that's it, beg for it! Man, I can see it in your eyes. You can't wait to have this mother slidin' into you," Doug said thickly.
"Wanna cock! Oh God, wanna cock! I have to have it! Give it to me!" she cried greedily.
It was horrid to be acting this way, to flaunt her needs in front of him. But he had stripped what little pride she had left away from her. Now all Betty could think of was fucking, fucking with this handsome marine stud. She needed him and would do anything to have his cockmeat in her pussy.
"Oooooooooh!"
She felt him leaning forward up against her, his hands pressing down on her shoulders, keeping her still while he drew his knees forward and pressed them up against her up rolled asscheeks. In an instant, Betty felt his thick fuckrod rubbing up against her outer cuntlips. It was already forcing itself through, working around her stretched outer labes and touching her pussymeat. It picked up the slickness of her pussy and brushed against the itchy trigger of her clit.
Betty groaned again, lights flashing behind her eyes as she pushed her head back into the pillow. It was so good, so very, very good--a dream come true for her as she lay there being fucked by her son's best friend.
"Fuck me, ooooooooh, yes, fuck me!"
Doug pushed his fingers through her blonde hair, holding her face up as he kissed her long and deep on the mouth. Betty was wet around her eyes, her cheeks, her forehead, gasping with the lovely feeling he was giving her. She felt him pushing forward with his hips again. His hot, hard cock was rushing into her, stretching her, making her cuntal walls spasm.
It had been so long since she had had something that big in her. Even Marine hadn't satisfied her the way Doug was doing now. She gasped once more, clinging to his neck when she felt him dragging his prick back a little, then shoving it forward once more. Her cunt stretched wide then her ring of pussy-muscles went tight. A shot of delightful pain went through her, then ebbed the moment her muscles slackened and let his cock slide through.
"Man, haven't felt too many women who could do that!"
"I... I didn't know I could either, until now," she admitted, lowering her eyes modestly and feeling a blush of triumph on her flushed cheeks.
"Just keep it up. Man, you're the hottest thing I've fucked, ever, I think!" Doug admitted, dropping his mouth once more against hers and tonguing her hard.
Betty kissed back, working her body against his, loving the wet, sexy slide of her belly against his. She forced her fingers into the tangle of his cockhairs and felt his rigid, glossy prickhead as it came up from her pussy-hole. Betty liked that feeling, liked it a lot. It was soaked, she could feel, with her slippery cuntal juices. It was dangerously hot-feeling, like it might explode with cum at any second. Instinctively, she jerked her hand back.
"Man, that's it, keep touchin' it! Christ, it feels good when you touch it that way! You got magic fingers, Betty, magic fingers!" he gasped.
Betty pushed one finger into the damp, hot hole where her pussy-juice flooded. She traced the tip around the bottom of her cunt-crack, finding the tensed, aching muscles guarding her fuck-opening. Then Doug let his cockhead rest against where she was touching. It felt so soft and so hard at the same time. How strange! She wrinkled her forehead, shifting her thighs from left to right.
"That's it, that's it! God, you're so good, so good!"
The bed was groaning under them as his cock slipped into her pussy-hole a little farther. Betty let out a little squeak of joy, drawing her knees up while petting his calves with her toes. She was fucking, really fucking this stud in her daughter's bed. She smiled. There was something deliciously naughty about this, as if she were pulling one over on Francie. A mother's revenge, she thought, giving Doug another hump with her thighs. At that point she felt her cuntal muscles spasm once more, tightening down on him. He stopped breathing, gasping a kiss against her neck.
"Man, you're doing... doing it again!" he stammered, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.
"I can't help it! It... it just happens!" Betty cried.
Her spasm had passed. Her cunt-muscles eased, letting go of their hold.
Doug was easing his cock through her gushing cuntal folds. He was going very slowly now, trying not to push either of them over the edge into climax. It was obvious he wanted to draw this out as long as he could before cumming. Betty liked that. She knew then he was having as good a time as she was.
"How... how long are you?" she asked in a quavering voice.
"Nine inches--well, close to ten. Inherited it from my dad. He was king of the walk, my mom used to say. She never had any problems."
Betty closed her eyes. Nine inches! She was being fucked by this donkey-cocked man. All those hot, throbbing inches of prick would be in her, splitting her apart, pushing aside her organs, eventually filling her with spunk. The thought made her wild, thrashing like a crazy woman under him while he slipped yet more inches into her.
Oh, oh, oh, it was so good feeling her insides stretching out around his big cockshaft. She tensed, waiting for the bang of his hipbones against hers. Her hand was still around his cock, feeling him slide deep. She could hardly believe all the cock that had gone into her when she finally felt the swing of his hard, leathery balls. He was so deep! She could feel the added heat inside her belly, that strange, wonderful sensation of a man fucking in her. She could hear the slick noises of his cockshaft sliding past her cuntlips, drilling into her.
"Oh, God, God, I don't know... if I can take much more of this!" she moaned.
"Sure you can, baby. You're gonna take me all the way and love it."
Betty could still hear Marine outside, scratching and pawing the door. The more she moaned, the more he whimpered and beat against the door. Betty was glad Doug had decided to ignore the "hungry" dog until they were through. Another sharp spasm made her forget about Marine and concentrate on the present fucking.
"Christ, you're tight... tighter 'n some of the teeny bops I've fucked!"
"God, it's strange... like your cock's taking over everything in me, and I love it. It's been so long, too long," Betty confessed.
She felt dizzy just thinking about what was happening to her.
Betty had her arms around his neck again, hugging and kissing him and just coming apart with the shivery flames of her hunger. Doug was holding himself very still now. He didn't have to say anything. Betty knew men could cum a lot faster than women. She kept her ass flat on the bed, not daring to move. She was high, close to climax. But still she was some distance away. It would be awful if he were to shoot his load now and leave her this high and dry.
"Ooooooooooh!"
But Betty couldn't stay still for long. She held her breath, feeling their hearts pounding close together. She was terribly aware of his body, his arms, his legs, his chest against hers, pillowing her tits, his cock. She rocked her hips just a little to feel his huge cock revolving around in her cunt. Doug gasped, closing his eyes while drawing his mouth into a thin line.
"Don't..." His voice was trembling.
"I can't help it. It feels so good, soooooo good doing that!"
Betty kissed his chin and opened her pouty lips and let her tongue slide between his teeth. She remembered doing this with her ex-husband. So many things were coming back to her now. Whatever her ex had been, at least he had been a good teacher about things to do in the bedroom. It was finally coming to some use now.
Doug sucked on her tongue ravenously, flicking it with his own while still keeping his hips very still. After some time he calmed down, rocking his thighs gently. She could feel his wonderful hands sliding down to her ass, his fingers searching for her puckered shitter once more. This time, Betty didn't complain. She felt him reaching around, tickling her shitter, then creasing it with his thumbnail. It was wonderful!
Doug was drawing his prick nearly all the way out of her cunt-hole. Just as he was about to shove back down, she tightened her cuntal muscles very tight just behind his flared cocktip, tossing her ass with wild, feverish movements. Doug sounded as if he were coming apart. She stopped moving again then loosened her cunt so his cockhead would glide into her. Betty felt the hot rush of his prick and knew he was raping her hard, splitting her, dividing her, fucking her!
"Man, oh man, you're gonna blast my balls off when I cum!"
"Oh God, God, you're... oh Doug, oh God, I can't hold back!"
"Neither can I, babe, neither can I!"
Betty moved her ass around like a wild animal. She had lost control. The muscles around her cuntal mouth were spasming now, gripping Doug's cock until he started moaning as incoherently as she. Then quickly he let out a yelp, shoving one finger into her asshole while slamming his hips down against hers and keeping them there.
Betty knew what that meant. She heard him gurgling and crying out while his balls tightened up hard against his groin. He was cumming, shooting his spunk out from his cock into her cunt. The woman screamed, throwing her head back, feeling her pussy start on that shivering, itchy spasmodic trip that was her climax. Each spasm was more devastating than the last. Betty felt her cunt clamp down on his spewing cock at least twice for every wad shooting from his prickhead. She thrashed and grunted and pranced her shivering ass as much as she could under the big stud, feeling herself being filled with so much jizz and loving every second of it.
How long had it lasted? The woman had no idea, time having been suspended for her by her wild climax. When it was finally over, she found herself cradled in Doug's arms, resting her head against his shoulders, feeling his body heat comfortably melting into her flesh. How she loved this, loved this man for being here with her! Francie and Brad would be coming back soon. She would have to leave this bed, make it, then pretend that nothing had happened.
"I hope you don't think I'm a foolish woman. I just couldn't help myself with you," Betty confessed.
"Hell no! And don't worry. I'm not gonna say a thing to Brad or Francie. Just our little secret," Doug said with a grin, drawing one finger down her chin, her tits, her belly, her cunt. Oh, this was the best day of her life! Betty thought as time ticked slowly by.
CHAPTER EIGHT
What could be wrong?
Francie was sitting outside in her skimpiest of bikinis, stretched tantalizingly (she thought) on the lounge, sipping lemonade and Doug had hardly spoken to her as he passed by. Any man, she thought sadly, would have jumped at the chance to kneel down and start up a conversation. But he walked by, nodding at her with a smile, doing nothing. Was it her mother? Her brother? She had talked to Brad last night, being as discreet as possible about asking him to put in a good word for her. He was almost laughing at her, but said he would. And now... and now nothing!
Francie pouted, putting her lemonade down and concentrating on the warm, lightly stinging sensation of the hot August sun against her skin. What was worse was the way the warmth was acting on the small nylon patch that served as her bikini bottom. It was starting her going, especially after Doug had passed her by. She had been so sure, so certain he was interested in her from the way he had stared at her. And then it was as if she were poison.
He was there in the lounge opposite her, his shirt off, his eyes closed, taking in the sun. Francie pouted. It was humiliating to have this happen to her.
Rising from her chair, she padded barefoot across the edge of the pool, feeling her heart pounding as she neared the big stud. It was terribly forward of her to do this. But there was a challenge here. She approached him slowly, purposely blocking his sun for a moment. He opened his eyes and smiled at her as she sat down opposite him. Betty was nowhere to be seen. Good.
"Mind if I... uh, come here and sit down? The sun's coming down too strong over here," she said dumbly. "I mean, it's the same sun, but it's angled all wrong or something."
Francie was astounded at how utterly stupid she was sounding. She decided to let the whole thing drop.
"Naw, I don't mind. Won't your mother--I mean--talking to a stranger, and all alone?" Doug asked with a grin.
He was playing with her as if she were a little girl. Francie felt offended and crossed her legs, wondering how she could act grown-up enough for this man to take her seriously.
"Betty? She's not even here, I guess. Anyway, why should she care? I'm old enough."
Doug shrugged, motioning to her with his head to keep on sitting there. Francie sat down in the chair, moving her pert little ass from side to side, stretching her legs out.
"It's been so hot lately."
She let her legs go apart just enough for him to see her cuntlips pressed against the stretched bikini bottoms. She was sure that from where Brad was he could see the soft curve of her cuntal mound. She felt so wet down there, glowing.
"You're welcome here, Francie. But don't stay out too long. You'll get burned."
Get burned? Was that all he could say to her? She jerked bolt upright, feeling as if she had just been slapped in the face. Oh, why was she so dumb about things, anyway? It was as if Doug had turned his back on her. She said something noncommittal, then got up and left her lemonade there on the patio.
Rushing into the house, she felt her anger subsiding enough for her to sense something else. That something else was the tingling edge of her excitement, the arousal she'd brought on by just sitting there and exposing her body to Doug. She didn't realize that just being near him in that super-skimpy bikini would work her up like that. But she was worked up. There was no mistaking the tenderness of her nipples, the way her tit-buds glowed when the silken patches of her bikini top rubbed against them. She felt a little breathless, tired.
She hurried to her bedroom, stretching out on her back across the bed. The first thing that came into her mind was how she had toyed with herself so many times before. And then the thought of Marine flashed through her like lightning.
She could play with herself, or let Marine. No. That would be too dangerous--especially with her brother and Doug hanging around like flies. But she would have to do something. She knew underneath that tight band of silk covering her cunt there was that tiny lump of flesh that could bring her incredible joy. How could one resist the temptation?
Francie sighed and touched the strings on each hip. They came undone almost before she knew what she was doing. She took her top off too. She was panting, her fingers dipping shallowly between her cuntlips. The feeling was good. She closed her eyes and let out a whistling breath through her nostrils, her legs jerking slightly at the light touch. It was good, a real good feeling. Francie dipped her fingers in again, this time twisting them around and around, feeling her pussy muscles quiver, then snap shut. Oh, that was a nice sensation! Francie smiled weakly, feeling her heart beating so hard!
Opening her eyes, she rose from the bed and took her bikini into the bathroom. She washed it out in the sink and hung it by the small window to dry. Then she sashayed out of the bedroom and down the long, cool hall. She smiled at her daring. If her mother could see her now she would really freak! She was such a prude. Moving forward, Francie caught sight of the gilt-edged mirror at the end of the hall. There she stopped, turning to examine her body. What did someone like Doug think of her? she wondered. Maybe her ass was too small? Certainly, her tits were large enough--high-riding, firm, thirty-six inch tit-mounds that had most boys panting.
At that point, Francie saw Marine coming up the stairs. She had plenty of time to dart back to her room. But something made her wait. She knew what it was--that unsatisfied desire that had poked up its head earlier. All she had to do, she knew, was to urge the dog a little, to show him she would let him lick and fuck her once more.
"Marine..."
She whispered his name. He stopped, catching the huskiness in her voice. She knew he would take care of her even if Doug gave her the cold shoulder. Francie smiled, feeling her flesh glow at the boldness of her move. The German shepherd stepped over to her, nosing her ankles, then twisting up his head and drawing his long, sloppy pink tongue over the backs of her legs.
Francie shivered, closing her eyes, feeling her body sway from side to side like a building in an earthquake. Her mother wouldn't be home for a while, and Doug certainly seemed to have his mind on other things. Francie turned, opening her eyes and smiled from ear to ear as she started down the corridor to her room.
Behind her, the girl could hear Marine padding close by, his breath panting against the backs of her legs as she opened her bedroom door and let the animal in. Francie's fingers were numb with excitement. No, she wouldn't stop the dog this time. He could fuck her all the way now. She would show them. She would show them all she could fuck like any woman!
Stretching her arms forward, Francie pulled back the coverlet and squirmed down onto the bed, swinging her long white legs up and resting her head on the pillow.
Marine jumped up quickly, nosing her thighs, licking her knees, then moving between her legs.
Francie experienced a feeling of want and excitement. She was urging the dog on now, knowing full well what she was going to let him do to her. The bed felt good and cool and soft against her bare ass.
"Ohhh, you're so good to me, Marine. So good!" Francie whispered, rolling her thighs and feeling the lovely slick slide of her cuntlips against one another. The dog had been good to her before, and there was no fear that he wouldn't be again.
She heard the German shepherd whining, and let his tongue wet her higher and higher. A hot tickle swept through her belly, making her gasp. Francie bent one knee slightly, spreading her legs. Marine noticed and sniffed at her puffy pink cuntlips. When the tip of his tongue pressed against her closed pussy-slit, Francie let out a tiny cry. She put her hands out, clawing the sheet while jerking her ass from side to side. The girl wanted to let the dog have a better lick into her pussy.
Arching her spine, Francie wallowed her shoulders against the bed while Marine crept farther between her spread legs. She could feel his pointy ears tickling their way up her thighs until his mouth was nearly pressed against her pussy.
Marine moved around to get a better angle, tilting his strong head up. Now she could feel the hot, wet sweep of his licking across the backside of her cuntal mound. Opening her mouth, Francie let out a little moan, her body trembling.
"Ooooooooh!"
Francie couldn't resist the temptation to put her fingers down and touch herself. Yes, yes, she was tickling her clit, feeling around down there at all the hot fuck-juice seeping from her pussy-hole and wetting down her cuntal hairs.
Marine was following her, going deep now, raking over her clit. Sparks burst through her membranes, a new flood of pussy-juice coating her cuntlips. Lifting her head, she could see the slickness, and Marine's red pointy cock slipping out from its furry sheath. It dangled there wetly under his belly, bobbing while he worked his muzzle around her cuntal folds. It wasn't too hard to imagine Doug's mouth doing the same thing to her, touching her down there, licking into her while his fingers spread her cuntlips apart. Francie let another sigh out, feeling so delighted the way the dog's mouth was on her cunt. There was something about having a male do this to her, lick her, touch her all over with his tongue. Oh, if only Doug were here, licking into her, mouthing, sucking, doing all the things Marine was doing so well!
"Marine..."
He was pressing into her harder now, pressing the sloppy folds of her cunt back to give him room to lick at her wet, pulsing clit. He was wiggling his black cold nose against her cuntal mouth.
Francie sucked in a ragged breath, feeling her mind collapsing. She felt nothing but incredible pleasure at what the dog was doing and knew there would be more, much more to follow.
The phone rang suddenly. Francie shot up from the bed as if her mother had just opened the door and discovered her. The ring shattered her mood, making her feel unsteady and nervous as she reached over the puzzled animal and took the receiver from the hook.
"Hello?"
"I wanna suck your cunt!"
The voice was breathy, whispery. Francie tried to clear her head as the dog settled happily between her legs and licked into her cunt.
"Who... who is this?"
Francie pressed the receiver in her sweaty palm, her forehead wrinkling as she tried to decipher the voice at the other end.
"Doesn't matter. I'm close by, real close. And maybe I'll come over. The front door's probably open. And I'll come up and start licking your tits--each nipple, real slow--and start suckin' until you start asking for more."
Francie flushed. She was getting a dirty phone call and the dog was servicing her at the same time! She nearly dropped the receiver from her hand as the big animal slopped his tongue into her cunt.
"You still there?"
"Oh, yesss... I..."
"Gonna eat those tits 'til you start going wild. You like having those tits snipped up that way?"
"No! Stop it. This is... is obscene. I'll call the police and..."
The man's low, masculine laughter cut her off mid-sentence. He kept telling her horrible things, wonderful things she could barely remember later. She was panting hard, feeling awfully dizzy while Marine gained another inch on her. He growled softly, rimming the edge of her cuntal mouth.
Francie tensed her body, arching her spine while giving the dog more of her pussy to eat. That slick, sloppy friction between her splayed thighs was feeling good now, considering the obscene call she was listening to.
"Bet you never had anybody bite your nipples. Gonna bite those nubs. Might even hurt a little bit. Then I'll eat your pussy..."
"Noooo. Don't say things like that! Please, just go away."
"You could hang up, then."
His voice was mocking, challenging. Francie even tried making a move to put the receiver back in the cradle. But her arms seemed unable to. She raised her knees instead, letting them fall apart.
The dog yipped in triumph and scooted slowly forward on the mattress, his forelegs bumping up against her clenched asscheeks. Francie was making little grunting sounds each time the dog touched a special hot spot. She tried to keep her moans away from the receiver. But she was certain whoever it was was hearing her cries and enjoying them to the full.
"Then I'm gonna fuck you... real slow."
Francie felt her heart pounding in her chest. She was dizzy, faint, her cunt flooding fuckjuice for the dog to lap.
"I'm gonna hang up."
"Gonna do it real slow so you can feel every fuckin' inch."
"Ohhhh... God!"
Francie was breathing hard now, hardly able to get a breath in as the dog pushed his tongue inside her cunt. What on earth was he searching for? What did he think was inside her young body? What could a dog know? The man was whispering now.
"My prick's real dark and big and soft at the tip. You'll feel it when it slips in because it'll stretch you. You been fucked much? Don't matter. My tongue'll stretch you out 'til you squirm and cry."
"Nooooo! Stop it! Stop!"
She had started moving her ass up and down against the steady wet lick of the dog's mouth. She couldn't keep still, she just couldn't. Francie could hear the mattress squeaking and moaning regularly beneath her prancing ass. She could feel her glistening cuntflesh stretch tantalizingly as she moved about, accommodating the big animal, inviting him to fuck her deeper with his maw.
"Bet I can make you cum all damned day, all damned night too. Bet you'll cum a bunch of times on my tongue, and then you'll be limp as a rag before I stick my cock into you," he said, laughing softly, his voice catching slightly.
Francie guessed what he was doing, playing with his cock while talking on the phone to her. She burned as if someone had set her afire, listening to his filthy words, feeling the dog's licking.
"I'll fuck you slow then and you'll be begging me to hurry up. Lots of women like it fast. But I'm gonna do it slow 'til you're goin' outta your mind. I'll tease you and maybe make you suck it before I stick it in again."
"Nooooo!"
Francie shuddered. She tried hanging the phone up, but she heard the man laughing. She put the receiver back against her ear, the wet mess between her shivering legs throbbing now. Her cunt was feverish, itchy, swollen.
Francie bobbed her ass around and around in circles while the dog brought her closer to the final rush of excitement. She curled her fingers into the fur of his neck, holding him hard against her dripping cuntal mound. Her calves and thighs cramped as she dug her heels against the bed like a wild woman.
"I'm gonna fuck you, and you're gonna let me do it."
Francie groaned, heaving her ass wildly as she felt the throes of orgasm only moments away. No. She wasn't going to cum this way. The phone slipped from her ear, thudding on the floor. The dog. That wonderful dog was going to fuck her now, and damn her cherry!
Francie was dimly aware of the squawking phone as she pushed the animal away and turned about, getting on her hands and knees. She arched her back, wagging her ass from side to side.
She heard the constant drone of the dial tone. Whoever it was had hung up. That's the way all men were, she guessed, getting off their jollies, then leaving women alone. Well, the dog was still with her, sniffing at her wet ass, licking the backs of her thighs. He wouldn't leave her.
"Come on, Marine, come on, fuck me, fuck me good 'til I cum!"
And Francie knew that would be soon. She dug her fingertips into the soft mattress, spreading her knees farther apart, hunkering down for the animal while her hair curtained her flushed face. He was smelling her, taking in a last lick before scratching at her asscheeks with his forepaws, then slowly climbing onto her.
"Oooooh, that's it, doggie, that's the way, do it, do it to me!"
Francie didn't have to say any words of encouragement to the excited animal. His forelegs were around her chest in a moment, hugging her close to him while he slipped his head between her jutting shoulderblades. He was covering her like a warm fur coat, his hindlegs up against the backs of hers while his long hot slick cock was sliding up and down her cuntal crack.
It felt good, this waiting, this anticipation that the animal would fuck her all the way. Francie let out a happy sigh, feeling the pointy tip of his cock tickling its way toward her jagged, wet cuntal crack. There! It was pressing against her pussy-hole, tickling her cuntmuscles, then forcing her swollen outer cunt lips open. She could feel them peeling back, stretching apart for the animal's cock.
Francie lowered her head a little more, opening her mouth and letting out tiny little gasps of delight as she felt herself being fucked, really being fucked by the big beast grunting on top of her.
Perspiration streaked her face and arms and belly as Marine forced himself in a little more. The dog was going in slowly, just as slowly as that man said he would fuck her.
Francie shook that memory from her mind, concentrating on the present. The girl backed into Marine a little, letting her ass drop further as she spread her knees and tried to make the fucking easier for them both. Her cheeks reddened and puffed out as his long thick knobby hard-on slipped deeper into her cunt.
"Oh, Marine, you're... you're there! You're there! You're there, right there," Francie gasped, feeling his cockhead bumping against her cherry.
The girl was going to let him do it, let him fuck her through her cherry. So excited was Francie at that prospect that she didn't notice her bedroom door cracking open and one hand sliding in.
CHAPTER NINE
"Do it to me, doggie! Fuck me, fuck me all the way!"
Francie closed her eyes, clenching her fingers into two tight fists, waiting for that searing pain her mother had told her all about. Marine seemed puzzled, fucking down, feeling his cock pressing against her cherry, unable to shove it deeper. Instinctively, he knew he could push it in farther. But something was blocking his way.
Again, the animal pushed hard in and down, making Francie grunt with the effort. Hot tears welled up behind her eyes, tears of wild joy as she bobbed her ass, babbling with delight.
"Fuck, fuck me doggie, fuck... oh yes, fuck." Francie could hardly think as the animal bore down on her, his forelegs tightening around her chest, his ass jerking up once, then slapping down. She could feel the terrible stinging pressure now against her cherry.
Francie thought twice about having the dog fuck her now, the concentrated pain feeling like nothing she had experienced before in her life. The girl let out a wail, snapping her head from left to right. But Marine was holding tightly onto her, his claws scraping against her sides, his prick bending as it tore away at the tight little membrane.
"Owwwwww!"
A brilliant light flashed as Marine's cock ripped through her cherry, sliding deep into her body.
Francie's elbows bowed completely out, her head dropping to the mattress as the young teen let out a cry of pain and relief. He was in her, in her all the way! She could feel his long hard hot prick working into her body, pressing aside her organs. It was such a new, wild feeling, one that made her want to laugh and scream, at the same time. Fucking! Fucking! She was really fucking, and fucking with a dog!
Francie mouthed the lovely word, bobbing her ass up again, feeling his cock all the way in her. She screwed up her eyes, concentrating on the sensation. It was so amazing having that thing all the way in her--so hard, so thick!
Marine rested for a moment, his breath panting through her hair. She liked that feeling, the sensation of the dog draped over her, holding her, his fur tickling her flesh and making her perspire.
"Oh!"
He was starting to move again, chugging his cock through her as if he were fucking a street bitch in the gutter. Francie liked that image, keeping it in mind as she moved her body in a counter-rhythm to his. The stretched tissues of her cunt hurt for a while, the soreness going away quickly as Francie's cuntal heat increased under the dog's fucking. Marine panted harder in her ear, his cock moving faster and faster.
Francie bit her lower lip. The combination of all the sensations was driving more delight up along her spine. He was going too fast, too fast! No! No! She wanted this thing to last and last. It was feeling good now--very, very good! It was something that made her cry out like a wild woman as he fucked long, hard and deep into her.
"Do it, Marine, do it to me! Come on, fuck me, fuck me good!"
Francie felt so deliciously naughty talking to the growling beast that way.
Marine's prick was pounding into her like a machine, making her body jerk and jiggle each time he slammed his crotch against her ass. He was making rapid doggie-fuck moves now, his tongue hanging out, dripping more spit on the back of her neck.
Her hips rolled uncontrollably from side to side as the cock in her pussy seemed to thicken. Oh, what a delight this animal was to her, turning her into an exploding mass of excitement!
"Fuck..."
Francie fucked back for all she was worth, clenching her eyes shut, gritting her teeth, feeling that whirling golden ball in her belly start to unravel. The young girl spread her knees a little farther apart still, her ass dropping down. Marine complained, barking, shoving down while pushing up with his body.
It was so hard for her to move. Everything seemed to conspire against her. But Francie forced herself up, dragging her body back to its original crouching position, feeling the tips of her tits rubbing so deliciously against the bed. How she wished someone could take and suck them, lick them, bite them. Then Francie realized with a shock that that was what the obscene caller had wanted to do to her.
She flushed red, wagging her ass, loving the feeling of the dog's groin grinding against the top of her cuntal mound. The fiery friction of his prick against her clit was driving the girl up, up toward climax. It would only be a short time before she came. Blazing delights ignited tiny itchy fires all around her cunt as Francie fucked back and waited impatiently for her climax.
"Started without me, huh?"
Words spoken in the room made Francie stop as if someone had stepped on her face. She froze, hoping the voice had been some sort of hallucination. But no. There was someone standing to her right, his shadow cast over the bed.
Francie felt her heart sink to the floor while a new kind of terror--the fear of ridicule and exposure--shot through her like white lightning. She shook the loose hair from her eyes, turning her head and facing the intruder.
Oh God in heaven! It was Doug!
"I thought you were coming on to me down there," he said, nodding in the direction of the pool. The amused expression on his face remained as his eyes took in the scene.
Marine didn't seem to mind the intrusion, starting to work up and down once more after a momentary pause.
"That's when I called you. Your brother told me about the two lines you've got in the house. Convenient for that kinda thing."
"You were... ohhhhh..."
He was the man on the phone, the obscene caller, and most likely calling from the kitchen. And there she had been, spreading herself open for the dog, letting him do this to her while Doug--oh, the irony was so bitter, so appallingly shameful, Francie could have died right there in bed!
And Marine was still fucking her, still moving his cock in and out, flattening his head between her shoulders while tightening his grip around her chest.
"Pretty fuckin' good. Ain't seen somethin' like this since your brother and I went to TJ and saw a pony show. Real nice lady with a horse. Maybe you'll get up to that some day."
Francie wanted to shake the dog from her back and rush into the bathroom. He would tell her brother and mother. She would be ruined. She... what was he doing?
Instead of kicking the dog off her or walking away, Doug was unzipping his trousers, reaching down and in while working his Levi's down to his knees. He was stripping there in her room, sliding his fingers around his cock until it was long... very, very long and thick and red at the tip, just as he had described it over the telephone.
"I told you I'd make you suck this thing maybe," Doug said, looking down at his cock and squeezing his cockhead. A drop of precum oozed from it. "That's just what you're gonna do while poochie there fucks your brains out."
Marine was doing just that, keeping his head down, his ears sticking out from the sides of his head like airplane wings while his tail was tucked down and under. His bumping cock sliding over her pussy was making the fuck-juice spray out each time he shot his cock down and in real hard. That steady, sleek friction against her crushed cuntlips was doing something so consuming, so turbulent that the girl couldn't even cry out.
She stared straight ahead, looking bug-eyed at Doug's long thick cock bobbing in front of her. Doug was pushing it up against her lips now, one hand around the back of her head, pushing her forward. Francie didn't care. Nothing seemed real any longer except that wonderful prick fucking her again and again. She opened her mouth wide, taking the boy's cock with one swallow.
Doug arched his back, grunting while pushing his prickmeat into her mouth. Francie moved her tongue around it, sucking so hard her cheeks caved in while tiny white bubbles of froth formed around the corners of her lips.
In an instant, Doug's cock was glistening slickly with her spit. Francie swallowed hard, tasting the salty flavor of the marine's cum. She let out a happy moan, wagging her ass, feeling Marine fuck her harder, faster. Francie knew he was going to cum. Oh yes, yes, he was going to shoot his load, and she wanted to feel both pricks going off in her at once. The idea had suddenly occurred to her and now she wanted it more than anything. She had to have their cum, she just had to.
"Come on, baby, whip that skull on me!" he growled, twisting his hips from left to right to rotate his cock in her mouth.
Doug liked seeing that, his cockhead pressing against the inside of her cheek, watching it bulge out while his balls rubbed up against her chin.
Marine was growling and whimpering alternately, hammering his prick in her. It was close, so close. The building tension, the mounting thrill invaded every square inch of her willing body.
Francie could hardly breathe. She struggled under the weight of the dog's furry body, making the feelings better in a delicious kind of way.
"Ohhhhh!"
The room was spinning, growing all blurry while her eyes rolled back in her head. The pulsing hot finger of her clit grew terribly itchy. It was happening. Francie could feel hot dog jizz flooding from Marine's prick, splashing into her pussy while the dog howled as if stabbed.
Marine was cumming, shooting his load in her. That was all the teen needed. Francie sucked hard on Doug's cock while bucking her ass like a crazy woman. She felt his fingers tugging at her hair, nearly pulling it from her scalp as he face-fucked her hard. He was calling her all sorts of names while grinding his prick around in her mouth. She tightened her lips, sucking for all she was worth while backing into the still-fucking German shepherd. More and more slick cum was frothing out. She could feel it, then feel the milky stuff trickling down the insides of her thighs. She gasped loudly, wriggling her ass, feeling his cock rub against her clit again.
"Fuck!"
Doug let out a shout, jerking his hips forward, rubbing his crotch hairs into her nostrils until Francie thought she would sneeze in the middle of her cum. She felt the hot spunk washing from his piss-slit, slathering over her tongue, coating her throat. She swallowed again and again, hearing Doug above her sounding as if he were about to come apart. Man and dog, both of them in her body at the same time, both of them cumming! It was too much for the young teen.
When it was finally over, Francie collapsed on the bed, her arms out to either side of her, her legs dangling over the front edge.
Marine had climbed off and was licking himself by her dresser while Doug was leaning against the wall, watching the teen catch her breath.
"You're something else. Your whole family's something else."
"What?" Francie asked, wondering what he meant by the last remark.
Doug caught himself and shrugged. "Nothing. Nothing. Just that this is the best vacation I've spent in a while."
"Me too... I mean, I'm glad you're here," Francie whispered, looking at him then at Marine. Oh, it was the best feeling ever, being fucked, and fucked like this!
CHAPTER TEN
"Do you have to go?"
Betty didn't want him to get up so quickly and start dressing. It had felt so good having her body warmed by his. But as reality began to trickle through her dreamy half-consciousness she started to worry about her daughter and son finding out about what she had been doing today.
"Sure do. Brad's gonna be back here in a sec. Then we've got to get downtown to catch the bus back to Pendleton," Doug said, pulling on his jockey shorts, then rummaging around for his pants.
"Oh, I guess so. I could drive you down there," she suggested, watching the handsome young stud dress. Oh, she could have fucked him all day--just as she had fucked the dog.
"Don't think that'd be a good idea. Besides," Doug said, bending down to kiss her as she drew the sheets over her tits, "I'll be back in a month. We can figure out what to do then."
"Oh, I guess so," she said disappointedly, tracing her fingers over her still-stiff nipples. "And I'm sorry about Francie. She just doesn't seem to want to come out of her room today."
Her daughter was having more and more of these moody attacks lately. She would have to talk to her about them. Betty was afraid they might lead to something.
"Well, I'm off. Guess Brad said his goodbyes this morning. I managed to sneak back for a little quick fuck. Glad I did," Doug said, smirking at the doorway, giving her a wink, then slipping back into the hall.
Betty sat up, listening to his footsteps echo down the corridor. In a moment she heard the front door slam shut. He was gone. The one man in her life who had done something for her was gone.
Betty sighed, stretching her body on the bed and thinking of everything that had happened this morning--the goodbye with her son, the surprise re-entry of Doug, the way he had pushed her back up to her room so boldly, not apparently caring if Francie heard them. And then... and then that wonderful fuck he gave her! Her pussy still burned with the feel of it!
Betty let herself drift in this world for a few moments, finally snapping out of it. She would have to start looking again for a part-time job, something to keep her mind off things until Doug came back. Or some man came into her life.
Throwing back the covers, she slipped her sheer blue nightgown over her shoulders and padded to the door. On the way, she stopped, catching sight of her lithe, youngish body in the mirror. No. She looked good. She had the body of a young teen and knew it. So did Doug. So did many men. Perhaps she should be less nervous about dating, less fearful of what her daughter might think if she were to go out and bring a man home with her. How wrong she had been to be celibate all these years! Marine and Doug had showed her that. She had erred, and now she would rectify the situation.
Turning from the mirror, Betty stepped into the hall, feeling she could still smell him. She walked down the hall, realizing at the foot of the stairs she was looking for Marine. Where could that dog be? She was going to fix him something special, something very very good to eat.
"There you are, you naughty, hiding dog! Come here, come to Betty."
Marine stopped for a moment, cocking his head, then drawing back and whimpering.
"Oh, you're upset because Doug was over and we wouldn't let you in the room. Well, he doesn't know about you and he might not understand about us. So let's just keep this our little secret, all right, boy?"
The dog whimpered again, then moved slowly toward her, burying his head in the folds of her nightgown.
Betty felt herself warming up to the animal once more, enfolding her arms around him, feeling his paws scratching at her nightgown while he panted heavily against her tits. Francie was here, upstairs in her room. It would be wildly dangerous for her to try something with the German shepherd right here, right now. But an urgency began to pulse between her thighs, making Betty feel more daring than she had ever felt before in her life. Why not get back in that wonderful king-sized bed she had shared with Doug? She would lock the door and...
"Come on, Marine, come on and follow me."
Dinner could wait. She could see Marine thought the same thing as well. He barked happily, prancing around her, then quieting himself when Betty put her fingers to her lips.
"We don't want to disturb Francie, do we?"
Gathering her gown around her, Betty tiptoed back up the stairs. For one brief second she thought she saw her daughter's door open and felt her heart sink in disappointment. But no. Nothing was up there.
As she entered her bedroom, Betty thought she could hear the faint sounds of punk rock music filtering out from Francie's room. Good. The girl was listening to her records. Nothing short of a nuclear explosion could be heard over that racket.
Betty locked the door behind her, shrugging off her gown while Marine jumped onto the bed possessively. He looked as if he belonged there, as if he held some kind of claim to it... and to her. Betty thought about that as dimpled goosebumps pricked her flesh. Her cunt was puckering already, puckering and opening while her clit thumped into action, moist and hard and pulsing. Doug had fucked her well, had primed her, had satisfied her. But he had also put her in the mood for more. Now that he wasn't here, there was only one recourse, Betty thought, walking sexily to the big animal and stretching out one friendly hand.
"Marine... your fur's so soft," she said, sitting next to him, spreading her legs for the beast.
It didn't take the shepherd much time to get to her. Betty was helping, sliding her legs up, reaching down along his underbelly with the backs of her fingers until she touched his cock. That was all he needed. Marine let out a lusty little groan, then moved around, licking his pink tongue into her cum-smeared pussy. He liked the taste, apparently, the mixed flavor of her pussy-juices with Doug's spunk.
She had never seen him lick her like that, lapping hungrily, twisting his head around and growling into her pussy while bracing his paws against her inner thighs. It was a nice, cleansing feeling, one that made her hump up to the animal and laugh carelessly. Oh, how delightful it was, how wonderfully delightful it was having this dog licking her like this!
He nosed around her cunt, then moved up and licked his tongue over her belly, her tits, sanding it again and again over her nipples until she cried out. Oh, if only Doug were here, he'd be biting them now, squeezing and biting them while licking all around her tits and neck. But Marine was nice. Marine was good. The poor animal could only do so much, but he was doing it so well!
Betty rolled onto her tummy, laughing as the handsome shepherd licked his tongue into her vulnerable spot again. The woman dug her knees into the soft mattress, groaning softly, loving the touch of his tongue. And there would be more, more after he finished cleaning out the rest of her pussy.
"Oh, Marine, Marine..."
Betty called his name again and again, feeling his tongue lick down the bumps of her spine, sending shivery thrills through her body. She was coated with his spit now, her flesh glistening with doggie saliva. Betty loved that feeling, that thought.
"Ohhhh, come on, boy, come on lick me... ohhhhh, and maybe I'll lick you too," she whimpered, scratching the backs of her fingers teasingly against his prick.
She had done that sort of thing for her ex-husband. She could do it for Marine.
The dog whimpered and growled, wondering why Betty was getting up and twisting about. She pushed her head between his forelegs before the animal could protest, holding the dog quiet while arching her head up and finding herself face to face with his hard, knobby cock.
Betty didn't hesitate. That sort of reaction would have been proper for an earlier time. Opening her mouth, pushing her head up, she let the pointy tip of his fuckrod rest for a moment on her lower lip.
Marine whimpered again, his body shaking while his tail jerked straight out and stayed there. She rubbed her fingers slowly through his fur, moaning softly while sliding her mouth farther onto his prick. It was so slick, so smooth against the insides of her lips and cheeks as she sucked and laved her tongue around.
At the same time Betty felt her cunt fire up even more, fuck-juice oozing from her pussyslit and dotting her cuntal blonde hairs with the pungent dew. Betty squirmed a little higher on the bed, drawing her mouth down almost to the end, then sliding her lips back up until they were pressing in a kiss against his pillowing balls. Yes, oh yes, Marine seemed to like that feeling! He seemed to like it a lot. She could tell the way he was whining through his nostrils that he loved the way she was sucking him off. Betty brought one hand up, letting her fingers trail in front of her lips while she bobbed her head faster and faster. Marine was helping too, bobbing his ass, fucking his cock down into her mouth.
Betty coughed, the saliva building up behind her tongue. She was growing too excited at this. Besides, she really didn't want to have him cum this way. Fucking was so much better, oh so much better! She gave his cock a few more loving sucks, flattening her tongue and sliding it back and forth against the dog's prick while drawing in her cheeks in one big kiss.
Marine let out a howl, his ass shaking while his tail began revolving around and around. Betty pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her left hand.
"Now fuck me good, Marine. Oh please, doggie, do it to me, do it!"
Betty was back on her hands and knees, cuntal juice and spit dripping from her furry pussyhole, a fire singeing her inner thighs as she crouched there, waiting for the dog to fuck her. It took Marine little time to do just that, scratching his paws against the curves of her asscheeks before jumping onto her and locking his forelegs around her chest.
Betty felt her cuntal muscles spasm itchily as his hot prick slid up to her jagged fuck-crack. She winced, her jaw slackening as it happened. With one mighty lunge, Marine pushed his cock into her cunt. All along the velvety seepy lining of her pussy Betty could feel her nerve endings standing up on end and spasming at the touch of the animal's cock.
The woman groaned, twisting her body like a snake, backing into the dog while feeling her chest and throat tighten. Then, in a rage of passion, she tore her ass back, fucking herself on the dog's cock, working the animal into his own passion.
Marine let out a howl and jerked forward, raping his prick through her muscled cuntal opening, penetrating deep in her body. She was split, torn, fucked! Betty thought she would lose her mind, feeling the pulsing circle of cuntal muscles closing down on his knobby prick, stroking the animal closer toward climax.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Betty had no time to wait. She came and came hard at that second, her body shaking as if touched by a live wire. Her muscles spasmed shut almost painfully, holding Marine's prick and shaking it. Her nipples throbbed with a dreadful beat that matched the throbbing in her pussy and asshole.
Betty felt she was one big cunt, milking, spasming, jerking against the powerful animal fucking her. And from the growls she heard now, the woman knew he had passed that white hot moment of lust and was dumping his load of doggie spunk into her cunt.
It seemed to last for hours.
When Betty came to her senses, she found herself sprawled on the bed, her arms at her side, her legs apart. Unlike before, the dog was curled up next to her, warming her body with his while licking desultorily at her tits. Betty liked that, liked it a lot. She would make sure this wouldn't be the last time she and the dog got together, Doug or no Doug. Marine was loving, careful--and always here! She smiled dreamily, brushing away a stray hair from her eyes. How delicious to feel the dog against her. Perhaps he would fuck her again before she let him go. Oh, that would be nice!
Some twenty feet away, Francie was lying on her back, folding her arms around her body, thinking about Doug, about the way she had sucked his cock. She could still feel it sliding over her tongue, banging against her tonsils while his delicious pre-cum hosed down her mouth. And Marine fucking her all the while! How delightful! It would happen again. Doug promised her it would. But tonight there would only be Marine. Marine. Where was that dog? Oh well, she would look for him later. They would have the times of their lives.
But Francie knew she would have to be careful. Her mother was such a prude. If she found out she was fucking with... well, there would be no end to it! Francie felt the itchy tension begin to ache through her young cunt. Mother simply wouldn't be able to handle it.
