"Montauk! Mother! Why do we have to go there this summer? Why can't we go to Cape Cod like we always do?"
"Because," Pearl West sighed wearily, "I've told you five times already, that's where Gordon has his summer house. Now your father needs this vacation. With his asthma problem he'd never survive this summer in New York. Now try and be a little reasonable."
Helen Foley snorted at her mother. "My father's dead! Gordon's only my stepfather so why do I have to spend the summer with him? Why can't I go up to the Cape with the Brands? I don't know anyone at Montauk!"
"Please, Helen. You're only fourteen years old. You talk as if you were incapable of making friends. I'm sure there'll be lots of young people up there. Gordon has a lovely house there and I'm sure we'll be able to have lots of parties."
"I don't want to go and that's final!" In a fit of petulance, Helen stomped out of the room, leaving her troubled mother standing alone in the living room of the elegant apartment overlooking Central Park.
Pearl was a beautiful woman of thirty-five. With her pixieish chestnut brown hair bobbed close to her elegantly shaped head and her large liquid brown eyes with their frame of long, dark lashes, she looked like a teenager herself. The expensively-tailored beige silk dress she was wearing only accented her excitingly shaped figure; mature, womanly, but still petite and almost fragile with nipped-in waist swelling curvaceously downward to voluptuously rounded hips and buttocks, gently tapering thighs, and long, curving line of calves, tiny ankles and equally small, narrow feet... and upward to full-mounded breasts that were barely contained inside the silk top of her dress.
What was she going to do about Helen? Her daughter had been inconsolable after her father's death in an automobile accident. He had been dead for a year and a half but Helen had been angry when six months ago she had married Gordon West.
Gordon West was a strapping six feet tall, lithe, strong and athletic. He was forty years old, five years older than she. He had jade-green eyes looking out under wavy blond hair over a boyish grin and it was that infectious grin that had drawn Pearl to him one night at a rather dreary cocktail party. He had rescued her from the clutches of a lecherous old bore and they had gone out to dinner. She had been almost beside herself with joy to find out that this handsome eligible man was also fabulously wealthy! The only drawback in their relationship was that Pearl was often left alone when Gordon travelled to Pittsburgh to inspect the steel mill that his family had operated of three generations. Pittsburgh was dirty and unpleasant and the trips were an ordeal for Pearl so she preferred to wait patiently for Gordon in the expensive penthouse apartment in New York City.
The only problem on the horizon seemed to be Helen. The beautiful teenager had been against the marriage to Gordon from the beginning. It was not that she didn't like Gordon. She seemed to like the handsome man almost against her will. It was almost as if the lovely blonde had decided that no one was ever going to replace her father and was almost resentful of Gordon on principle.
Pearl was clearly worried about the girl. She had been away to boarding school in England and had just returned for the summer vacation. Although she was only fourteen years old and Pearl was certain that her daughter still remained a virgin there was a new, knowing kind of look in her eyes that suggested a sexual knowledge far beyond her years. She had thought that the English boarding school would provide her daughter with a polish and that the no-nonsense approach to education would stand her daughter in good stead. The young mother had no idea how her daughter could possibly have acquired this precocious nature in such an atmosphere of non-permissiveness.
And now there was this new problem of talking Helen into spending the summer at Montauk. They had always spent the summers when her father was alive at Cape Cod. Always in the same cottage and always with the same people around. Pearl was looking forward to spending the summer at Montauk in the wonderful old house that Gordon had there. She was happy to be going first-class for a change instead of the rented cabin route that she had always travelled with her first husband. Pearl smiled to herself. It certainly was just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as with a poor one. She had been sick of the La Boheme type of existence she shared with Jack Foley before his death. Although she had loved the charming ne'er-do-well she was more than grateful to the powers that be to have a second chance at a marriage in this luxurious existence. She was sure that she would be able to talk her daughter into spending the summer at Montauk.
After all, she was not going to be dictated to by a fourteen year old. She'd worry about that later but right now she had a dress fitting downtown, she'd have to call the chauffeur.
* * *
Fourteen year old Heine Foley was alone in the huge house in Montauk when the puffing red-faced man rang the front doorbell. Her mother and her step-father had gone into the town to buy food for barbecuing that evening. Bounder, the big German shepherd which the woman down the lane had left with them, was probably racing around the grove like crazy.
With her long, blonde hair piled up beneath a small pink gingham head square, old cut-off jeans, skimpy halter top and bare-footed, she looked anything but her curvy self, the teenager thought, approaching the inside of the screened door. She still carried her glass of orange juice, too, but the big man standing on the verandah was not very good looking, so it didn't matter. His face didn't look that old but as it was encased in layers of puffy sweating folds of fat, he looked a lot older than he actually was. Even on this extremely hot day, the corpulent stranger wore a suit. At least it looked like it might have been a suit when he put it on but now the white linen garment was ringed with sweat and all the crease had gone out of the trousers, making it look like he was wearing a laundry bag or one of the sails discarded down by the pier.
"Is Mr. West in, miss?" he asked, eyeing her up and down with a certain air of lechery, his point of vision coming back to linger on the swollen outline of her unmuzzled young breasts.
"No," Helen replied, not volunteering any information at to the fat man.
"This is still the West residence, isn't it?" he questioned.
"Yes, but neither Gordon nor my mother are at home. They're shopping in town. I'm the only one here," she said, her teenaged impertinence and impatience with the fat man showing through as she looked him over carefully through large blue eyes.
"And may I enquire who you are?" he persisted, reaching into his rumpled jacket with the sweat ringed armpits.
"I could ask you the same thing," the precocious young teenager responded.
"Oh, I do apologize," the puffing man stated, getting even more flustered by the directness of the lovely youngster. "I'm Don Sanderson from Sanderson Realty. I've known Gordon for years," he said, opening a small leather billfold brought from his pocket and extracting a gray card with blue lettering. "I have a client who's very interested in this property and I promised him that I would approach Gordon to see if he was interested in selling."
"Oh, well I'M Helen Foley, Gordon's step-daughter and as far as I know he isn't selling but I'll tell him to call you if he is," Helen said disinterestedly.
"Well, all right, here... take my business card and have Gordon give me a call... oh, by the way... isn't that the widow Sampson's German Shepherd?" he asked as the huge animal bounded into the living room.
"Yes, it is... we're minding him while she's in New York visiting her daughter."
Suddenly an obscene grin spread over the fat man's face. "Did she tell you how much he liked the women?"
"Of course," Helen snapped, "he's a very friendly wonderful pet. We are happy to look after him. I've got to do something so I can't spend any more time with you... I'll give my step-father your card."
The real estate man grunted once and issued another leering glance, and walked away. Helen stepped back, watched him lumber down the shady treed lane, climb into the black car, then drive off. Three young boys with a frisbee walked by and she waited to have a good look at them. The beautiful young blonde had not been out very much since they had arrived in Montauk and she hadn't had an opportunity to meet many boys except for Brian Parr who was staying with his family in the house next door. He was eighteen and well... a little bit too forward for her liking... he sure was cute though...
She smiled to herself and flung the business card on the desk, then went for a look out the back door to try and see Bounder in the adjoining grove. He was probably into some sort of mischief by this time. The big pet was almost as bad as Brian when it came to that. Dimly, she wondered why that fat man had looked so funny when he had seen Bounder run through the house. And what was that he had said about the dog liking women? Well, of course, Bounder like everyone...
Oh, there he was. Bounder was chasing a ginger cat across the back yard.
"Bounder! You stop that! Stop, you hear?" the curvaceous blonde teenager called after the big galloping animal romping open-jawed behind the orange ball of fur he was chasing.
The cat was streaking zig-zag among the trees toward the back fence... up... and away... Helen sighed. She hadn't been worried for the kitty, but she could just imagine the scratches that the kitty could lay on Bounder's face. ',You come here, big boy," she commanded. "That's right. Come here!"
He did, his ears pinned back and tail drooping. The massive dog had been with them but three days, yet there was already a close bond between the animal and herself. It was the way she had always enjoyed the four-legged world; animals just seemed to take to her. One of the most difficult things in leaving the boarding school had been saying goodbye to Spotty, the English sheep dog that was the school's mascot. Old Spotty and she had shared so many, many good times too, she remembered, especially at night. Spotty had always been right at the foot of her bed when she needed him.
When the American girl had first gone to the boarding school, she had been befriended by one of the older English girls. The young miss had confided in Helen that the way to alleviate sexual frustration and still remain a virgin was to have a dog...
The young American girl had been shocked but her growing sexual needs soon overcame that. The English girl was right! Spotty had secretly taken care of her needs and she still had her precious cherry!
Just thinking about it... whew... better get that out of my mind, she thought... this isn't boarding school... what if somebody found out... but on this hot day even now there was a growing burning down between her long, tanned thighs and she wished Spotty were here right now!
"You should be ashamed, bad boy," the radiant fourteen year old beauty berated the humbled German Shepherd, but she couldn't maintain her anger, not with the particular vein of thought playing in her mind again. Ever since that Mrs. Sampson had brought the handsome fellow into the house she had found herself sensuously speculating.
She dropped down onto her haunches to strain the skin-tight jean cut-offs containing the young contours of her rounded hips and firm, ovaled buttocks. Then she smiled and cooed at him and Bounder raced forward wagging his tail furiously, his metal name-tag jingling as he nuzzled his big furry head against the soft fullness of her unhampered ripe breasts. She hugged him, bussing a loud kiss between his eyes while his long tongue licked the smooth tanned flesh of her slender throat.
"I think we better go inside, buddy, before you get all scratched up from some cat," she whispered, hugging and petting him, her mind working, racing along with mounting temptation. "Come on in before you're a bleeding mess... we don't want to maim Mrs. Sampson's precious pet... do we?"
Helen straightened up and opened the door, a flush of excitement warmly stimulating her. Maybe she had better just think about it for a bit... after all, this mammoth sized German Shepherd was far from the gentle little English sheep dog at the boarding school.
She watched him trot to his water dish, wondering once again why that fat guy had looked so snide when he had seen the dog and found out that it belonged to Mrs. Sampson. After all, Mrs. Sampson was a fat old woman in her late fifties who hardly ever went out, her stepfather had told her. The poor woman was beside herself when she had found out that her daughter was ill in New York and that she lived in an apartment building that didn't allow dogs...
The sparkling-eyed blonde teenager hurried about the kitchen and finished making her breakfast. Somehow the sea air always made her ravenous. She kept jumping u p and drinking gallons of cold juice forcibly occupying her mind with temperature-lowering thoughts. But Bounder wasn't making it any easier by trotting around behind her and seemingly watching her every move. Of course, it wasn't the dog at all, the teenager realized; it was her own lustful mind reflecting the sensual want she had adopted to protect her virginity, and which had been so readily available with Spotty. She'd certainly read enough sex-education books smuggled into her room at the boarding school to know all about that. In fact, it had been the English girl who had shown her a chapter on bestiality which had seemed to make her mating with the dog all right. The book had stated that there were dogs bred in the United States and Europe for solely this purpose. It seemed to be the ideal solution for the lusty teenager. She sure didn't want to give up her virginity... not just yet, anyway... but she had these important needs that had to be satisfied. She knew this was going to be a difficult summer as far as that went especially with people like Brian Parr around who grabbed her every chance he got. Helen had to admit that she had almost felt like giving in a couple of times but no... she was going to save herself for someone really worthwhile.
Helen sighed to herself her teenaged mind blowing all her problems about her body into greatly magnified proportions. She swallowed her final glass of juice and then walked back toward her own room and bath with Bounder not two inches behind. She guessed everything would work out the way things generally did. Like, for instance, coming here to Montauk. She no friends here and had been vehemently opposed to the idea of coming here. How much nicer it would have been to spend the summer with her friends at the cabin in Cape Cod. But after the two weeks she had spent in these sumptuous surroundings she was rapidly changing her mind. Meeting Brian Parr had helped change it!
"Come on, naughty doggy. You better stay where I can keep my eye on you. You get into any trouble and Mrs. Sampson is going to be very angry that we didn't take better care of you. Now you wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"
The big, sleek German Shepherd whimpered his answer and she laughed down at him with a certain tightness in her throat and her heart pounding. Bounder felt her small hand patting gently on his head and neck. He moved close beside her, rubbing his body against the smooth warm skin of her naked thigh as they walked. He felt closer to her than to the other woman or man in the house. It was all very new to him being away from his old mistress although these new people were good to him. There was much to eat and a place to run when he was outside, just as it had been in the beginning when he was a puppy. His old mistress kept him in the house a lot of times and he didn't have as much freedom to run as he would have liked.
Now, watching the girl with the long sunshine hair streaming down her back, stripping off her clothes, Bounder sat back with ears erect, his big head interestedly cocked. Helen could see his reflection in the vanity mirror as she began to untie her halter top. She couldn't shake the salacious thoughts from her mind... he was such a gorgeous animal, too... much larger than Spotty, though, but certainly no more lovable.
While she was in England she'd met an English boy from one of the neighboring all boy's schools. She'd really liked him, but whenever they had been able to sneak off together he had spent most of the time trying to get her panties off, while she struggled against herself as much as he to remain inside them.
Randolph could never understand her wanting to stay a virgin for the right man. He had thought all American girls were very promiscuous and he couldn't see any point in hanging on to your cherry. He had tried in vain to get the youngster to get over her outmoded notions. She never did tell him that it wasn't easy keeping her vow of chastity, but she assumed that he had probably guessed by the way she would begin to pant and squirm when he stroked her highly sensitive breasts. God, he always made her so hot up between her legs!
In spite of her hot-blooded nature, Helen was still a child. She was going through the teen-aged phase of reading all the romantic novels. And every romantic novel she'd read had underlying stressed the value of virginity. Even though the heroes had their loose women, Helen noted in particular that they only married virgins. Though Helen knew that her friends didn't care about this and many of them had lost their virginity when they were as young as twelve, she was determined to hang on to hers. It was as simple as that... except that it had been anything but simple hanging on to it... but she still had the tiny intimate membrane right where it grew in her hot little vagina to prove her pure status.
Sometimes, though, after being with Randolph on some forbidden outing, she would get into her boarding school bed so keyed-up she would want to cry, and that was where darling Spotty had done his terrific thing for her. In the beginning she'd had to coax him, but after a while he'd been aware right off. She knew it was because she would be so hot and wet down there that he could scent it. . which made the erotically incited teenager wonder if Bounder's instincts could sense it now.
A visible shiver rippled over the curvaceous young fourteen year old as she slipped off her top and tossed it onto the bedroom chair. She never wore a brassiere when she was around the house, and in the mirror she saw the naked, high-set ripeness of her youthful white breasts firm and uptilted at the points, their tiny pink nipples budding quickly into a waxen hardness with their exposure to the cooler air.
They were very shapely and desirable breasts, Helen well knew, and she made them sway and jiggle a bit, the feel of their full resilient weight adding delicious little tingles to the excitement churning warmly in her belly. Nor were they the limit of her sexy curves, as Brian told her every chance he got.
Yesterday morning he had caught her in the backyard when she had been picking some berries and crept up behind to suddenly grab and kiss her.
"Jesus Christ, you're stacked, baby... for fourteen," he had whispered hotly against her lips, at the same time running his eager hands over her buttocks and breasts before she could manage to get away from his grasp. He had lewdly ground himself against her and grunted, "when can I get my big dick into that tight little cunt of yours?'.
The teenager couldn't resist laughing at his grunting passion and she hadn't really struggled too much either... no more than usual, anyway. It was almost like a game they played. He always did his bumping against her out in broad daylight. She hated to admit how much the handsome boy turned her on. Just thinking about his hardened penis pressing like a stiffly burning rod against her firm young thigh and abdomen made her aroused once more. But no matter how far she let him go she was never going to let him go all the way.
Helen wriggled the cutoffs down over her maturely rounded hips, quickly kicking them away to stand before the mirror in skimpy, bikini panties. The symmetry of her unblemished curves pleased her... indeed, fascinated the narcissistic teenager. She removed the tiny pink checked head square and shook her head to let her long flaxen tresses tumble around her shoulders, a portion of them falling to make a web-like veil for the erect pink nipples to peek through. She saw her waist's slenderness, the indentation of her navel and the ovaled little swell her belly made.
The vivacious teenager's eyes were a kindle with a sensuous inner sparkle as they trailed downward over the voluptuous reflection. They saw and lingered on the nylon-covered mound softly prominent between full rounded thighs, causing her breathing to come a little faster. She watched her enticing reflection as she rolled white bikini panties down off her arched hips slowly, teasing herself with the gradual revelation of her sparse blonde curls and finally the moistening split pinkly separating her tight, fleshy vaginal lips.
Good god, she was burning with desire, and in the mirror, Bounder's saucered eyes were fixed on her every movement. His ears stood erect, twitching now and then to her seductive gestures. The idea of him, a stranger really, sitting there watching her sensual performance was adding luridly to her stimulation. His direct view would be the rounded globes of her naked white buttocks exposed to him back there, and she couldn't resist bending over for him, picking up her panties and cutoffs, envisioning the lewd spread-open sight she must make for him.
Wouldn't Brian love to see that? He'd go bananas for sure and probably fling her to the bed immediately and then she'd lose it... her precious virginity! But this handsome fellow seated behind, he was a different proposition altogether, and she turned to see him watching with tongue hanging limply from his now open jaws. A tremoring sensation quivered up her spine at the sight of the pinkish wet length of his extended tongue, and it sent wild shivers of pleasurable delight racing through her roused young body.
Helen caressed, her hands over the firm satin-skinned mounds her proud young breasts offered, lifting them and plucking tenderly at their electrified nipples, her eyes fixed on the huge animal so intensely watching. Her fingertips traced down her ripened body to her waist and hips, stroking inward over the soft belly-flesh to the warmer area of her silken curls. She spread her trembling legs slightly and felt her titillating fingertips against the vibrant heat of her blood-flushing pussy lips. Her breath came in a little gasp at the erogenous contact, and she found herself forced to look down to see the actual splaying apart of those sensitive hair-sprinkled folds between her now precariously quavering thighs.
Delicate pink flesh glistened wetly from the narrow slit, while erotic impulses swirled with ever-mounting fervor through her virginal belly and loins. There was absolutely no stopping now.
"Bounder... cccc... come here, boy," Helen whispered, her teenaged throat suddenly parched. 'Come here, boy,' she coaxed, spreading her trim legs wider, the forefingers of both hands reaching down to lewdly stroke the yielding outer pussy lips pouting from her teenage loins. Again her fingertips drew the swollen layers of hot flesh apart so that the cooler air in the room brushed stimulatingly against the wetly receptive flesh. Trembling, she arched her lightly fleeced genitals forward in lurid enticement, whispering: "Don't be frightened, doggy. Come to Helen."
The big German Shepherd whimpered. He sensed something familiar and exciting before his eyes. Her soft, rounded body pleased him and he raised onto all fours, not wanting to disobey, but reluctant to move forward. Once more he whined, then saw her beginning to shuffle toward him with her hands still down between her legs, holding open the raw little place beneath the wispy patch of her golden hair.
Bounder felt the tension from her naked human body reach and charge through him as she came closer, until his nose was grazed by her small fingers. Bewildered, he studied the moistened slit she held gapingly exposed before him, the known aromatic scent it breathed causing his blood to begin racing through his big, muscular body.
Helen was so taut she felt she would snap like one of the rubber bands that she tied her hair back with. Standing there with trembling legs spread apart, her naked torso thrust obscenely forward while she fingered her sizzling pussy lips, holding them wide open for him, was firing her passionate desire like crazy. She began to undulate her hips in tiny circles to urge him on, sensing his growing acceptance, until abruptly his cool, damp nose touched her erotically secret flesh, and she moaned, shuddering all over.
Eagerly, the German Shepherd's naked young temptress watched, her lust-infused mind in a whirling delirium as he continued to sniffingly explore her proffered loins, his tail wagging and little throaty sounds coming from the huge animal. Her young heady scent was much different from the musty smell that emanated from his old mistress. The animal had been wondering whether he would have these old pleasures with his new mistress.
"Oh, Bounder, that's the way. It smells wild, doesn't it? Go ahead. Lick it for Helen, Bounder... please, lick it... good doggy!" she whispered down at him with a quivering hushed voice.
And then he did, cautiously, and experimentally at first, his hotly wet tongue sampling with little stabbing licks the poignantly exotic flesh of the youngster's splayed pussy. She staggered at the lightning sensations his fiery animal tongue sent raging through her. They were like jagged chain-bolts piercing deep up into her frantically tremoring insides.
"Oh, Bounder... goood dog... yes... yes... like that, oh yes.... lick me... " Helen groaned, quaking uncontrollably now as he began to lick with avid enthusiasm and she knew she would have to lie down before her legs gave out beneath her.
Bounder snarled out like a wolf being denied a fresh kill when Helen drew away from him and collapsed onto the bed, dropping onto her back and spreading her legs wide. He hadn't frightened her; she was too intoxicated with the exciting depravity of her act for that. Then he was up beside her in a bounce, suddenly looking very huge as he moved with predatory zeal right between her wide-opened thighs, his head poising above the fevered crevice she had introduced to him in unspoiled lust.
Good grief, Charlie Brown! He was really so much bigger than her precious Spotty, and wilder looking. Helen raised to her elbows in order to see over her firmly rising and falling young breasts. Bounder whimpered and again it was a partial growl. Maybe she'd gone too far this time... Her thoughts jumbled, flitting off into meaninglessness at the sight and feel of his long slithering tongue once more licking with a more insistent possessiveness at the seethingly narrow aperture where her most precious asset still remained intact. She dropped her head then jerked it upright again, gasping as he tongue-raked upward over the full length of her squirmingly virginal cunt.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned. His hot tongue was so long and thick! Spotty's had been just a toy in comparison. And now... now it was spreading between her tightly yielding pussy lips in maddeningly long sweeps, splaying the pink inner flesh like a live spatula before her eyes, and... oh no! The dog had found the sealed little mouth of her vagina!
"No, Bounder... not there... good doggy... "
The curled tip of his canine tongue was like a burning finger prodding there! And the harder he pushed up against the chaste ring of her maidenhead the more intensely her mysterious vaginal passage throbbed in its depths!
Helen had never known more sensual passion. Her desire-filled young body spasmed uncontrollably as she dropped her head and began to writhe beneath the massive German Shepherd's incessantly ravaging tongue. His whines grew confused and pathetic, his growls ferocious, as she drew her slender legs up and back to give him the fullest access to her simmering teenage cunt. She was too far gone now to even care if he lunged his searing tongue right up into her screaming little hole and took her hymen with it!
Suddenly the lapping dog discovered the hardened bud of her tiny clitoris, and began to lick it as if he might really know what he was doing to her. Almost like he had been trained to do this! It was just as if he'd pressed a button which turned on a thousand volts of current within her nakedly twitching body. Every nerve center of the blonde-haired teenager responded sympathetically, a dynamic pressure of promise commencing to build with blinding intensity in the steaming depths of her nubile body.
Even the knocking at her bedroom door, which' she actually heard and realized should have frightened her to death under the circumstances, only vaguely registered. Nothing else mattered, and she spasmed and wriggled heedlessly, thrusting her delirious little cunt up at the beautiful please-bringing tongue of her German Shepherd lover.
"It's me, baby, old Brian want to know if you can come out and play this fine day," an unwanted voice chanted through the barrier of the door. "I know you're in there 'cause I can hear you. Open up so I can see that luscious body."
Somewhere in the back of her sensually flooded mind Helen heard him try the knob and remembered thankfully that she had locked the door. Oh, oh God, she was truly going to explode soon. Yes, that was for sure... she was going to go off like some kind of giant Roman candle being detonated by her handsome animal darling ,. . and she'd zoom into space, lightning in the sky of lust!
"I know you're in there, sweetheart, because I can hear you breathing," Brian's voice came again to her. "What are you doing in there... chasing yourself around the room?"
Jesus! Why doesn't he go away? Uuuuunnnnnnhhhhhh. She just couldn't hold back her moans beneath the relentless hot tonguing Bounder was giving her.
"Don't pretend that you're not there," he called out again. "I saw your folks going into town and the back door was open so I thought I'd come in for some hot lovin' while they're gone."
His words sourly penetrated her peaking ecstasy. Good lord! She would cum soon! Why didn't that jerk leave? Ooooohhh. Ooooooooooohhhh... her cunt was a raging inferno that only Bounder could quell!
"Come on, Helen... open the fucking door... I want to see you... come on, baby." Damn him, she had to say something. What a nervy guy, letting himself into their house, anyway. Ooooooohhhh... she could barely think of anything except this wonderful dog tongue licking her into a frenzy.
"I'm... I'm taking a bath," Hein cried out, trying to control her voice.
"Yeah... it sounds like you've just run the four minute mile... besides, I don't hear any water running."
"I'm just getting undressed."
"Well, let me in to watch. I promise not to fuck you on the spot."
"Oh, Brian... for God's sake get out of here... just go away... please," Helen choked, about to faint, she felt certain. Her loins were a bubbling furnace from Bounder's unrelenting tongue. Oh, just a couple more minutes of this... it was going to happen any second... !
"Helen?" a female voice called from deep in the other part of the house. "Helen. Are you home, darling?"
Her mother. Damn, damn, damnnnnnnnnn!
And she was so close. My god, she'd go right out of her mind if she didn't... !
"Oh, hello, Brian... I didn't know you were here."
"Yeah, well I'm waiting for Helen to finish her bath. She's been in there for ages."
And then Pearl came to the door. "Come on, dear, we're going to have lunch soon.'. The lovely young mother rapped sharply on the door.
This second rapping seemed to send some kind of a warning through the big animal. Suddenly he backed off, raising his head and beginning to move toward the door. Helen desperately hissed out at him, "Oh, don't stop now, lover!" She spread her voluptuous legs wider, thrusting her nakedly steaming cunt up at the confused animal.
Suddenly, Bounder let out a vicious growl and Helen cringed, but the growl was not meant for her. The huge dog leaped off the bed to race for the door. Utter havoc raged in the soft confines centralizing her virginal femininity. She would just die! Her entire body was a mass of nerve-peaked denial! She tried to tease him back as he began to bark and scratch at the door. Her cause was hopeless!
"Come on, Helen... are you in there or not?" Pearl called.
"Yes, mother... I'm... uh... getting ready to have my shower," Helen panted.
"Very well, darling," the woman responded. "Don't be long... we've brought lunch from town."
Again, Bounder barked, growling as he barked at the intruders at the door. It was no use. Her beautiful party was ruined, Helen groaned, the disruption causing her entreating young curves to nakedly react like she was in involuntary spasms. Unsteadily, she crawled from the bed, dragged on her robe and stumbled to the door where her deserting animal lover was acting like he was about to apprehend some burglars. She unlocked it, tears of frustration nearly blinding her, and Bounder went charging out just as the tall, handsome frame of her step-father happened along.
The huge German Shepherd missed by a fraction of an inch crashing headlong into him, but a distraught Helen doubted if the man even noticed. He was staring at the almost fully exposed front of her body which she had neglected to cover.
Helen slammed the door shut and began to rage around her room. I'm going to go nuts if I don't get some satisfaction, soon, she thought desperately.
CHAPTER TWO
Seeing that Helen was not about to open the door, Brian took himself downstairs and plopped down on the West's sofa. Bounder followed him downstairs. He watched, puzzled, as the perfect specimen of canine beauty collapsed heavily, as if dejected, little quivers rippling over his sleek furry body.
Brian moved closer to stare down at the dog. A German Shepherd of his own had been one of his dreams ever since he could remember, but his own father had invariably turned a thumbs down at having a dog in the house.
"You okay, boy?" the teenaged boy questioned, lowering onto his haunches to run his hands over the big animal-head. Bounder responded with his tail thumping the carpet, licking at the hand in friendly warmth. Brian grinned. "What's the problem... got the hots for some lady dog?" He thought about that for a moment. "Were you in there with Helen, old boy? Is she the reason for the cold shivers?"
Boy, he could dig that, with her stripping down for a bath. Just to be an unobtrusive, wide-eyed dog for a few minutes, Brian mused, visions of those firm, sexy curves naked and golden tanned filtering through is mind. No wonder poor Bounder went nuts; who the hell wouldn't?
The German Shepherd began to relax and the bony-framed youth angled upward to his near six feet height. He walked back to the couch, picked up a magazine from the coffee table and flopped back down. Just what had the Helen nymphet been doing in there when he'd ambled along? And how come she hadn't showed at the door like usual when he called her? All those sighs and the gaspy sound of her voice... could it be that the teen angel was playing with herself?
That lustily stimulating picture struck Brian Parr with a hot, penis-hardening impact. He began absently to flip through the magazine, but his virile young mind was not with it. The mental vision of that voluptuous fourteen year old's body lying stretched out on her bed maybe, tensing in rhythm and finger away at what had to be one tight little pussy-slit, was more cock-throbbing than a double x-rated movie.
Christ, how he wished he could ball her just once, but she had some medieval notion about wanting to remain a virgin. Brian almost laughed out loud. Most of the girls he hung around with lost their cherries when they were eleven. Especially around this neck of the woods. Most of the kids came from wealthy families who were too busy balling the neighbors to pay much attention to the kids.
Last night he had overheard his own parents talking about how they were going to get the West's to swap. The Parr's had never been too interested in Gordon West when the wealthy bachelor had spent time on his own in Montauk, but now that he had that fabulous brunette wife, well, that was entirely another proposition...
He sure wished Helen would get hip to what was happening around Montauk. She seemed to be content to hang around the house or swim in the backyard pool, most of the time. She hadn't been to any wild parties or anything. What a drag. Maybe she'd learn something if she went out.
Brian squirmed in the chair. He tugged at the crotch of his jeans and shorts to give his hardening youthful penis expansion room. In his mind were the constantly recurring thoughts of what it would be like once he took her to a party and she. saw how popular he was around Montauk. She'd grovel at his feet then, beg to go out with him. He wondered how she'd like the competition.
His train of thought was making his youthful cock crawl right up there, crowbar style, and with the sort of itching that could urge a guy right into the john for a brief respite. In fact his ever-eager cock had been in an almost constant state of banging hardness ever since Helen had arrived on the scene with her mother and step-father.
She'd gotten to him, that's for sure. Even the hot numbers that hung out down by the beach had somehow lost their spice, not only the so-called catches, but the pushovers seemed suddenly pretty lame compared to the beautiful blonde who had moved in next door for the summer. He'd rather just smell her panties... like the other afternoon in the backyard... than go and fuck one of the girls from town. He'd sneaked into her room once and stolen a pair of wispy nylon panties. The infatuated boy took them home and kept them under his pillow for stimulation. Christ, the smell of them where they had rubbed against her vaginal pussy was headier than any other he had ever sniffed.
While Brian waited for Helen in the living room, Pearl West went about putting away her grocery purchases behind a steady stream of small talk, Gordon West sat at the breakfast nook lost in a sheath of papers. Although this was his vacation, the steel executive was receiving a steady stream of mail that required his attention from his office.
"I wish you didn't have to work while you're on vacation... you've hardly spent any time at all in the sun... you'll look like you never left New York when we get home," the stunning, dark-haired woman said to her husband, as she carried on with the task of putting away the groceries, the rounded contours of her eye-catching figure rippling, stretching, responding beneath the low-cut sun dress.
At this moment, the object of her chitchat, her handsome husband was but vaguely aware of his lovely wife's presence to say nothing of her remarkable beauty. He continued rifling through the mountain of paperwork on his kitchen table totally oblivious to anything she was saying.
"Gordon... you're not listening to a word I'm saying, are you?" the fresh-faced woman said with dismay rather than anger. Her well cut short brown hair flattered her soft features. Now, she touched at her soft hair through force of habit, thinking that he was unreachable.
"Did you have anyone you wanted to invite for dinner?" she asked. "We haven't done much entertaining since we've been here."
Her husband looked up at her, his green eyes resembling piece of emerald. His handsome face looked a little gaunt, prominently boned and well-bred. Old honey look! He smiled a broad, thin-lipped smile revealing his strong white teeth and said: "Listen, darling... I'm sorry... I'll make it all up to you... just let me get through all this paperwork. I know I've been lax in introducing you around but you know how pre-occupied I've been with that impending strike. We'll have the Parr's over from next door as soon as I get all this stuff out of the way. You'll like them. They're a charming couple... you know we met them briefly when we first got here... somehow we seem to have their son as an almost permanent fixture," he chuckled.
He flashed another smile up at her to which she responded automatically with a radiant one of her own. He cleared his throat, eyes lingering for a moment on the sensually alluring body which the sun dress could not hide. Since he'd married this incredible woman his one regret was that he couldn't spend more time with her. Christ, here it was his vacation and he was still working. Feeling he had no choice, he looked back at his pile of papers.
Pearl West's rounded dark eyes widened, then grew vacant while the remainder of her exquisite features froze into a natural-lined smile. She swallowed several times, her mind foundering abruptly after his apology. What could she say now? He had to do his work, didn't he?
"I still think you're working too hard, Gordon," she pitied in a soft voice, moving to where he sat to run her soft slender hand over his thick hair. "Darling, what you need is a good long rest from your vacation," she said again.
He slipped his arm around the nipped-in waist, hugging her gently, his hand patting the round little swell of her belly through the thin dress. "You're absolutely right, darling... just as soon as I get through with this mess."
She sighed and he smiled to himself, enjoying her firm resilient warmth cuddled against him. An enchanting woman, so voluptuous and fiery in bed, too. He wished he could spend more time with her in bed, as she seemed almost unlimited in that area. It seemed the more they fucked the more insatiable she became.
Seeing that it was pointless to talk to her husband any longer, Pearl moved towards the kitchen door. Maybe she'd have a little nap. Talking to her husband was only going to delay him further. Disappointedly she walked back to her bedroom. The curvaceous dark-haired woman eased down on the edge of the huge king-sized bed. She'd make it up to Gordon later.
"Mother...?" Helen's young voice broke into Pearl's thoughts and she looked toward the open door.
"Helen dear, come in, come in," she invited, welcoming the freshness of her lovely teenage daughter. "I thought you were going out with Brian today, darling? He's still waiting downstairs."
"No mom. That's what I came to tell you,', the blonde teen-ager said gliding into her mother's bedroom. "I...
I have a little headache. I'm going to stay in this afternoon."
"Oh are you sure it's nothing serious, darling," Pearl asked, a sympathetic smile immediately flashing. "You go right back in and lie down while I get you something for it... it's not your period, is it?"
"No, no, it's just a little headache, mom," Helen replied, not wanting to tell her mother the real reason for her upset. She was still so shaken from Bounder's untimely desertion that even the thought of seeing Brian was too much. Her legs quivered and the throbbing little ache at the base of her belly refused to go away. "If I feel better I'll take a walk. That often helps."
"You go right ahead, darling, it that's what you want," Pearl said, rising and walking close to brush her slender hand over her daughter's soft flaxen hair. "But don't walk in the sun and get heated up... it'll make your headache worse."
Helen nodded, observing her mother's exquisite contours even beneath her dress. The teenager couldn't help but wonder what it must be like sexually between her step-father and her erotically built mother. Did they make love often? How? Did she like it? Was he a good lover?
Suddenly, Helen was startled by a flash of fur whipping into the room. The big German shepherd moved ahead coming right to her, his cool wet nose starting to sniff some two inches above her knee. Helen bent to take the head between her hands and hold it, sensing the flush of her cheeks.
"Well, I'm going now, mom," Helen said, trying to appear nonchalant as she struggled to avoid the German shepherd's inquisitive nose which was now coldly sniffing up between her legs even though she was forcibly holding him back.
"All right, dear, and walk slowly and out of the sun, won't you?"
"I will, mom."
The moment Helen had left the room, Bounder walked over to place himself before Pearl, his huge head finding a resting place in her lap. The move surprised the stunning, wrought-up woman, pleased her too, for the dog had shown her no such affection in his three days with them. She began to pet him. My, he was a big, lovable creature... she could see why Mrs. Simpson was so reluctant to part with her pet.
Suddenly, Pearl was aware of something strange happening with Bounder. His interest in her seemed something beyond pet affection. She felt a twinge of embarrassment when she realized the massive fellow was trying to poke his nose up in under her shift. Squirming and catching hold of the huge head, she tried to redirect the dog's attentions, but his determination was more profound than hers. She felt the cool dampness of his nose brush against her sensitive inner thigh and a tiny tingle of excitement rippled through her.
For a second the perplexed woman was about to call out to her daughter to come and get this dog out of the bedroom. But she couldn't call. She was so confused, yet uncertain exactly why. She looked down at the avid-eyed animal seated before her, unable to explain the sensual excitement he had stirred up inside her.
"Just what are you trying to do to me, boy? You're acting just like Gordon when he wants to fuck," she said, then patted his head and grinned wickedly.
CHAPTER THREE
"Pearl? Pearl, darling? Where are you?"
The inquiring male voice grew louder and Bounder growled at it. Rutting excitement pulsed hotly through his husky canine body as he once again sensed intervention. The pleasant smelling warmth of the woman's hand brushing over his head mingled with the other racy aromas she had begun to exude had readily triggered his memory bank. He whimpered up at her, then growled at the calling voice again.
"Shush, Bounder, that's Gordon," Pearl commanded softly. She still sat on the bed's edge holding the lewdly curious head of the sleek German shepherd. "I'm in here, darling."
The door opened and her husband's handsome face leaned in. The post office just called and they have a special delivery package for me. If I don't pick it up I won't get it until tomorrow. It's from Pittsburgh and it might be urgent so I better go and get it."
"Okay Gordon, I'll see you later," the captivating dark-eyed woman said, attempting to appear calm despite the befuddling waves of growing desire surging up within her. She smiled, petting the powerful animal which was eyeing the intruder with faintly menacing growls rumbling in his broad chest.
"God, he's huge," Gordon said glancing at Bounder.
"Yes and handsome," Pearl said, raising the animal's perfectly formed head to look into his deep brown canine eyes, something there sending tingly thrills chasing up her spine.
"All right, lion, I'll be back in about an hour. Have a nap or something... bye."
The door closed before Pearl realized he was gone. She was pleased, the absolute privacy intriguing her. The entire house was empty now. She had heard Helen's door shut so she must have decided to take that walk. Something akin to clandestine sensations were already fluttering deep within the intimate depths of her yearning body. She felt the tiny sparks flitting about in her abdomen, adding to the simmering heat Gordon had left smoldering hours before. She removed her hands from the eager furry head, watching, wondering, feeling suddenly very wanton.
It was such an incredibly lurid notion, the voluptuously curved wife thought in giddy apprehension. And Bounder hardly hesitated. His dark nose dropped, a whine escaping him as she saw and felt the investigating head nudge beneath the hem of her dress and probe forward. Her breath caught, and she opened her now trembling legs wider, slowly at first but then more quickly as the cool wetness grazed her soft inner thigh's impulsive flesh.
It was quite sluttish, Pearl reasoned excitedly with a quickening of breath, spreading her tremoring thighs even farther apart and tugging up the dress to allow her to see the salacious spectacle. The probing nose pressed closer until it was sniffing and brushing lightly against the dampening strip of her sheer white panties snugly covering the mound of her quivering pussy-lips. He snuffed and clung there, his erect ears twitching in the manner of antennae, the providing tickle of his furry face like a man's soft beard teasing the delicate flesh of her firm thighs.
It would be nice if Gordon had a beard... but then, he never seemed to have time...
"Bounder, you naughty dog... my god... what are you up to?" Pearl whispered as she felt and saw his long thick tongue lap out wetly to lick up over the narrow swollen crotch band of nylon hiding her warmly throbbing vaginal lips. The intensive contact couldn't have been more electrifying, and the sensually distraught woman felt her entire body convulsing in an erotic shudder.
"Uuuuuuunnnnnngggggghhh... oh Bounder... oh wait a minute," she exclaimed under her breath, pushing him back so that she could stand and strip quickly.
Bounder wasn't pleased at being forced away, and he let her know it with eager snuffling sounds. She talked to him, uttering reassuring words born of sensuous arousal, meant to appease him only for a moment. She was going to bathe anyway, wasn't she? One didn't sit in the bathtub with one's clothes on. Even Gordon would understand that, should he pop back. "Just a moment, my beautiful big doggy."
God, her rapidly rising and falling breasts felt suddenly as if they were about to burst. She glanced at their creamy nakedness in the dresser mirror, rounded and swollen to firm points, their dark nipples like wine-colored cherries in their distended hardness. She rolled her flimsy panties down over the sweeping flare of her hips, feeling the soft nylon clinging to her saucily jutting buttocks while she watched the exciting revelation of raven curls shadowing her flushed loins. The white fullness of her smooth upper thighs hid in part the enticing spot between her legs, and she spread them now with hedonistic fervor. Pearl felt the growing intensive heat centered there, and she gasped when the erotic pink split pouted into full exposure.
Bounder gave an impatient whine. The aroused wife of the steel executive turned to face him, feeling such a forbidden desire that she dared not allow herself to realize what she was about to do. But it was partially that very forbiddenness that was egging her on now. No, she did not want to think, to imagine what she was doing or about to do... and she would not! Anything unpremeditated seemed all right... at least, at this moment.
An excited giggle escaped her as she dashed for the bed, tossing her nakedly inciting curves onto the bedspread so that she was lying on her back with knees raised and legs spread open in lewd display the way she always liked to do for her husband. She started to call out to Bounder, but that wasn't necessary.
The massive animal was up onto the bed beside her almost before she had assumed her lurid position, moving with fixed purpose between the long shapely legs she held open for him.
From her helpless angle his overwhelming hugeness was unexpectedly awesome. Misgivings were born, expanding rapidly with defenseless overtones through her vulnerable nakedness when his immense head forced her soft wavering thighs farther apart.
Pearl found herself unable to think. The throaty noises coming from the dog were bestial and like nothing she had ever heard, but her own moans of desire were just animal-like. She was tensely frightened, yet far too worked-up at this point to consider stopping him, even if it were possible... and of that she had her doubts.
Bounder was poised right up between her bawdily gaping thighs, and she saw his head drop without sniffing preliminaries... only the brief whisk of cool nose announcing the long wet tongue. As if she were facing into a gale wind, her breath was whipped away when she felt the hotly wet thickness of his tongue sweep upward from the smooth base of her deeply clefted buttocks over her blood-flushed pussy lips.
"Ooooooooooooohhh... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... god," the curvaceously naked wife moaned, a reflexive lurch digging her tensed buttocks down into the bed.
Bounder rumbled in his throat, thrusting forward, his long nose burrowing in and his big shoulders pushing at her smooth inner thighs. The exotic odor and flavor of her human female heat fiercely whetted his instincts. He probed for more.
Pearl gasped out, her head swimming wildly. The cool animal nose was poking now between the fleshy moons of her ass-cheeks. She felt his wet tongue brush the sensitive circle of her tightly clenched little anus and gasped out once more. The German shepherd's hotly fluid tongue began to lick up and down through her exposed nether crevice, centering obscenely on the tiny puckered opening.
Pearl's own hissing moans reaching her ears sounded impassionedly foreign. She jerked her head up from the bed, straining to see down between the rose-capped mounds heaving on her chest. Bounder's seething tongue began to inch wetly toward her desire-moistened cunt's feverishly throbbing split. Her quivering thighs opened wider as she gaped, and her soft loins thrust lustfully upward at the searing tongue-length.
Oh, what ungodly mad sensations! She couldn't stop gasping... the feel and sight of his burning dog tongue suddenly spreading through her pussy's raw pink flesh, splaying wide and luxuriant outer folds, sending fiery impulses racing up into her tremoring belly's erotic depths. And he didn't stop! That was the insane delight of it! He was lapping her shamelessly aroused pussy to death, bringing to the tortured woman an unknown forbidden pleasure she'd never dreamed of.
Abruptly, the curling tongue lunged with an invading cruelty right up into her hotly throbbing vagina's simmering sheath I "Ooooooohhh... my god... oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh," Pearl gasped, her naked curves convulsing as she dropped back flat onto her back. Her writhings were uncontrollable, her soft, opened loins humping and squirming in a wanton eagerness up at the long, spiralling tongue orally fucking with twisting curls up into her hot passage's frantically clasping walls. She drew up her legs, pinning her knees back to her breasts. Again, she jerked her head upright to watch, her eyes burning salaciously at the spectacle. The dark mossy valley up between her firm thighs and taut, widespread buttocks was now a steamy little marsh, and the flushed crevice wetly splitting it quivered with ecstatic delight at every titillating wiggle of that long, sinuous tongue.
Her moans and lewd body gyrations increased beneath the massive German shepherd's incessant licking. Bounder, too, whined as his ravishing tongue bathed her soft squirming loins hungrily. Sometimes, he went back to the little stretched ring of her nether-hole, then swept up through the poignant liquid flesh to flick at the tiny erect bud his tongue found hard and quivering at his touch. She groaned louder each time, the soft voluptuousness of her naked body quaking with explosive fits of delirium.
The animal was reveling in the exotic odor and taste of her human female passion; yet at the same time, he suffered with the heat of fired blood pounding savagely through them. Momentarily, he stopped to look up at the slackened face of the woman, and she groaned... her eyes widening as if in sudden pain.
"Bounder... good god... don't stop now... pleeeeez!" Pearl implored, her luridly positioned body writhing up at him in perspiring nakedness. She reached down, grasping his head to haul the opened animal mouth back to the lubricious split in her loins. And then she saw it!
Only a glimpse from the comer of her eye, for he lowered his massive crown and began to whimper, while his ravaging tongue snaked out at her inflamed cuntal flesh with a new ferocity. Moaning, she wrenched her head to one side until she could see it again.
His cock!
Astounded, Pearl gaped at the phenomenon of its glistening hard reality. It hung out from a long furry sheath, wet and thick, like some obscene scarlet length of rubber hose. The dripping, tapered end dangled and swayed as it continued to slip from the protective sleeve in an ever-growing length of expanding, fiery-red hardness. It was as big, maybe bigger than Gordon's.
She had never noticed any animal's penis before. It seemed that it should be the most vulgarly obscene sight she had ever witnessed. But it wasn't... because it was Bounder's, she reasoned, panting heavily now. And loving her this way excited the dog as it would any man. Heavens, what a licentiously captivating thought. She continued to stare in lustful fascination at his enormously stiffened penis as well as the hugeness of his swaying testicles. Then his powerful flanks began to hump in rhythmical thrusting motions while his incessant tongue seared her libidinous cuntal flesh.
Pearl watched, mesmerized. The long, thick shaft of hardened raw flesh was... was fucking the air! She thought of a shimmering varnished rocket jerking through space... and almost simultaneously, she thought of the delirious passion sweeping like an inferno through her eager body as she jerked the pillow from beneath her head.
The erotically fired wife grabbed her husband's pillow too, mumbling at Bounder as she lifted her hips to stack them beneath her naked buttocks so that when she drew her legs up and back again, her spread ass-cheeks were raised high and she was resting on her shoulders and almost on top of her head.
Her dark eyes sparkled with the forbiddenness of her intentions. Her frothy brain swirled in abandoned desire. The vibrant feel of her swollen breasts, crushed beneath drawn back thighs, added to the wanton heat bubbling in her luridly upthrust pussy. She gaped up from her tilted angle through the spread-open white valley her naked curves made, staring at her befuddled animal lover. The huge thickness of his drippingly hard cock with his bloated canine balls dangling like small hairy coconuts behind was branded into the insane gray matter that was once her logical brain.
"Bounder... oh baby... come here," she hissed at him, holding out awkwardly beckoning arms. "Crawl up, pet... we can make it... let's try... that's it... come on... right up over Pearl... oooooohhh... let me help you, big boy... a little higher... higher so Pearl can reach your big cock... oooooohhh... Bounder... it's soooooo... big... it's fucking huge!"
Pearl had his pulsing hardness in her hand! The enormous rod felt like a tapered hot water hose but thicker-hard and spongy in its rampant slickness. He began to fuck urgently into her gripping fingers. The massive brute drew back his lips, snarling with bared fangs down at the lovely brunette woman. His savage teeth glistened viciously not six inches above her soft vulnerable throat. Another time she might have fainted; now she drew the beveled, jerking tip of his animal-penis up to her waiting pussy's hotly seething wetness, finally placing it at the quivering opening.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh... ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhh! " exploded from the soft lips as the immensely hardened cock burst from her grasp and shot up her wincing vagina like a greased arrow fired from a crossbow.
The dog's penetration was awesome, momentarily paralyzing. Pearl felt the huge penis plow open her passion-dilated cunt with a painfully stretching impact, its hard pointed tip rammed with fury into her tiny cervix to stab up into her tensed, yielding belly. She recoiled with the shock and the momentary pain, but Bounder relentlessly continued with his mercilessly hammering thrusts as he fucked into her like the wild, passion-driven animal he was.
Instinctively, from the second Bounder felt her hotly clutching pussy-flesh nibbling at his throbbing rod, his movements were reflexively bestial. He fucked forward, sinking his pulsing length of blood-swollen hardness up into the tight little hole the gasping naked woman was waving in invitation up at him. He squatted down on his hind legs to bury his yearning animal cock all the way up into the heated depths her human loins made available. He felt his sperm-laden testicles slap hard up into the wide-split crevice between her tautened buttocks.
Pearl groaned as if she had been gored, but the excited dog paid no heed as he set off on a rapid-fire pace of fucking.
In something akin to desperation, the obscenely positioned young wife struggled to accept the skewering dog-cock filling her expanded pussy-channel to capacity, its slippery hardness digging up into her sensually hidden flesh and nerve endings, excavating new regions of desire. She choked and whimpered beneath the massive animal's battering body, her sex-crazed brain a maze of blind passion. The intimate core of her was a delicious lust-roaring pit of fire that threatened to consume them both.
Pearl watched with shameless absorption from her nearly upside down position as the rigid scarlet cock slithered with breathtaking strokes in and out of her incredibly stuffed cunt. He was fucking her like some dynamo-propelled battering ram, bursting up into her heated womb to the very hilt. His cum-bloated balls beat down heavily against her erogenous little anal opening with rhythmic titillation.
The voluptuous woman's neck, bent and supporting the weight of her upraised body against the animal's hammering thrusts began to ache, and her chin was pressed down against her chest, the softly resilient mounds of her full breasts and her knees brushing her cheeks making breathing difficult, but it hardly mattered. Her brain swam in the blinding pool of the forbidden animalism. She tried to watch the long glistening length of his cone-shaped dog-cock pistoning savagely up into her seething cuntal passage.
Pearl kicked out her legs with a squeal and wrapped them tightly around the furry muscles of Bounder's strong back. He whimpered as she began to lever her wetly clasping cunt rhythmically up onto his rampaging cock with wild grinding motions, meeting his fierce strokes in ecstatic abandon. Mindless sensuality drenched her perspiration-filmed nakedness as she pumped her wildly gyrating hips upward, and his ever-thickening cock dug deeper and deeper with pleasurable stabs up into her hungrily fluttering belly.
Obscene slapping sounds of animal flesh thudding moistly against and into the soft human flesh filled the bedroom. The huge brute never altered nor faltered in his powerful fucking pace. Furiously, the dog's belly and loins pummeled the moaning wife's tautened, widespread ass-cheeks, his hardened feral cock a relentless pole of impaling joy sinking to its entirety up into her feverishly clasping vagina. Glorious shudders flashed through pearl's impassioned body with delicious promise. A new burst of cries gurgled from her lips, and she rotated her hips and buttocks with increased frenzy, grinding the ravenously sucking walls of her inflamed cunt around his thick piercing cock. The sensation of a billion tiny needles prickled at her feverish flesh. An exquisite gnawing began at the base of her madly enraptured belly. She gasped out incessantly to the jagged edges of sensual intoxication that her mounting climax was bringing.
Pearl's dark eyes widened blankly in unbridled lust as she strained beneath the panting German shepherd's long, glistening organ vanishing into the pinkly flushed hole up between her gaping thighs and upturned naked ass-cheeks. She saw her raw cuntal flesh clinging possessively to the scarlet beast-cock when it jerked out of her, only to disappear again when it was pounded back up into her belly with hammering force. And with every body-jarring thrust the dog made into her aroused vaginal passage, she saw and felt her swollen breasts dancing in rippling cadence on her chest, tempoed to the unmatchable fucking he was giving her.
"My god... Bounder... darling... you're incredible... oh yes... fuck me... fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Pearl gaspingly begged, pulling his big head down so that she could smother his panting furry face with hot, moist kisses.
Bounder's instinctive rut drove him on with a savage desire. This wild fucking far surpassed that to which he was used with his fat old mistress. His great heart felt as if it would burst inside him with the hot sensation of the naked female beneath him while her smooth legs were wound tightly up over his straining back. Then her arms came up around his neck, and she whined in low sibilant tones as her soft lips began to kiss her face, and she thrust the moist steaming hole between her legs up onto his achingly hard penis. Involuntary whimpers rose again and again in his throat as her burning female passage clung tightly to his throbbing shaft, urging him on like a sweeping forest of flames toward that point of primordial release.
"You're driving me crazeeeeeeee... It's wonderful... oh Bounder... Bounder... Bounder!" the voluptuous woman moaned up at him. And then he worked his nose downward and suddenly began to lick the distended buds of her nipples until she thought the swollen little peaks would explode.
"Oooooooohhhhhh uuuuuunnnnnnggghhhhhhh," she gasped. And as he fucked, he licked the scalding splay of his long lapping tongue bathing over, under, and between the palpitating white mounds, ever-quivering from the jolt of his brute hammering cock fucking so fiercely up into her pussy's clasping hole.
And then she was there! Her eyes rolled back in her head. There she was at that plateau of ultimate joy she had always craved! This was the pinnacle!
Bounder sensed it and raised his head, drawing his tongue across her hard-nippled breasts as she cried out, "Now Bounder... now... Pearl's going to cccuuummmmmmmmm! " The first wave of her shattering climax struck, and with her gasping moan, Pearl thrust her nakedly convulsing cunt up hard onto his thick expanding cock in one desperate lunge. Bounder responded with a powerful forward charge, his huge spearing cock jerking frantically up into the furthest depths of her burning cunt. He growled with a terrible ferocity at the precise second she felt him begin to spew his hot, scalding dog's cum in long splashing squirts up into the secret recesses of her frantically constricting belly.
"Ooooooohhh... Jesus... I'm... oooooohhhhhh... yes... yes... I'm... ccccccccccccuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnggg!" Pearl gurgled almost incoherently, her smooth white buttocks spasming uncontrollably as the forbidden animal ejaculation filled her tremoring belly to nearly the bursting point.
Her head flailed from side to side with the incredible sensations of her erotic release, and she could feel the lewd combination of their human-animal cum trickling warmly from her tightly clasped cunt lips to flow down the soft insides of her wearily trembling buttocks. Still, her hotly throbbing cunt clenched and milked the last droplets of his lust from Bounder's slowly deflating cock.
Pearl groaned in a low tone then, letting her legs fall limply out onto the bed on either side of his massive flanks, a long sight of erotic relief escaping her as she felt his limp penis finally slip from her wetly flooded cuntal mouth with a soft, fluid sucking sound.
Good god! No wonder Mrs. Sampson was reluctant to leave you here!
CHAPTER FOUR
Helen was still very shaken from her sexual encounter with Bounder that morning. If only he hadn't been interrupted he could have taken me over the wall, she thought. That damned Brian really makes me mad. Why doesn't he at least have the decency to knock on the door? Oh, my head is splitting. I'm going to walk down and get an ice cream cone at the concession and then go and lie out by our pool. I don't want any company this afternoon.
The lovely blonde teenager walked down the lane from the estate and stopped at the little Village Grocery to buy her ice cream.
She was just going around to the cooler when she recognized Mrs. Parr, Brian's mother from her bright red hair and the way she wore it swept into a bun at the nape of her long neck. The style looked very attractive on the tall redhead, the teenager thought, admiring the svelte woman's tall curvy shape in slacks and a striped shirt tied around her waist.
"Hello, Mrs. Parr."
The fresh complexioned face glanced around, then broke into a warm, green-eyed smile upon recognition. "Helen dear, how are you? I didn't see you there."
"Fine thank you. Your hair looks very nice tied back like that."
"Why thank you, Helen' It's nice of you to say so," Mandy Parr said, obviously pleased. Her eyes swept over the younger girl in keen appraisal. It was easy to see why her son Brian was spending so much time with the people next door. "And you look fresh and lovely... but then you always do. Are you buying groceries?"
"No, mom did it this morning. I'm just getting an ice cream to take back to the pool."
"How is your mother... and Gordon... I only got to see her briefly... she seems like a lovely woman... Dick and I would certainly like to get to know her better."
When Mandy said that she would like to know the West's better, she wasn't kidding. Her and her husband Dick had been champing at the bit to get together with the almost newly married couple ever since they had met her that first day. The problem was how. The West's didn't seem to be doing much entertaining and Mandy and Dick were rather reluctant to break in on what they assumed was their honeymoon. Mandy had always had the hots for Gordon West but her and Dick had a rule with their swapping. They only fucked around with couples. Somehow both of them were not willing to get involved with single people but now that Gordon was married things would be different. Dick had practically cum in his pants looking at the new Mrs. West. If they could arrange, it, Mandy was sure they would have a fan-fucking-tastic time. She decided to feel out the West's daughter to make sure that the couple weren't accepting any other invitations and to see if they would be open to an evening of fun and games at the Parr's.
There was no question that this lovely child would be invited as well. Brian would probably murder both his parents if he found out that she wasn't. Her son seemed to be more enamored of this blonde princess than any other girl he had ever dated. Mandy hoped for his sake that the feeling was mutual.
"Oh, they're both fine," Helen said absently, "Gordon's working a lot."
"What a shame... and on his vacation, too... " Mandy said with concern in her voice, "Tell me have they been taking in the local restaurants around Mantauk... or going to lots of parties?"
"Since we've been here we haven't been anywhere... I think that will change soon though."
"Oh really? You've started receiving some invitations then?" Mandy inquired.
"No, not really... but my mom is not the type to sit in the house indefinitely. I think she wants to meet some of the people around here."
"Well, we'd love to have you all over for dinner. Perhaps I'll give her a call in the next couple of days."
"That's nice of you, Mrs. Parr. I'm sure she'd like that."
"Fine Helen. I'll be seeing you soon."
"Bye, Mrs. Parr."
Helen paid for her ice cream and promptly forgot about talking to Mrs. Parr and let her mind slip back to the eager little palpitations her body was still feeling from Bounder's caresses. If only Brian had stayed away just a few moments longer, she knew she would have... it'd been that close. What a miserable vexation it was when you wanted to, just felt that you had to and couldn't for whatever reason. Brian had been her reason, damn him, again... oh, she supposed she could have finished it, but it wouldn't have been anywhere near as dynamic as Bounder's...
"Hello, miss."
The voice came from a slow moving black car, male and somewhat familiar. It gave the teenager a start, and she looked out of the corner of her eye without moving her head, quickening her pace back towards her house. But then she recognized the pudgy red-faced man with the rumpled suit and slowed down.
"Oh, you gave me a fright," Helen said, her hand moving upward toward her throat. She forced a smile, but he didn't return it. "Did you give Gordon my business card?"
"Uh... oh yes," the young teenaged blonde lied.
"He hasn't called me," the fat man said in an accusatory fashion his eyes moving up from her breasts to narrow onto her face.
"Well, he's been pretty busy, I'm sure he'll get around to it."
"Is your step-father there now?'.
"I couldn't say off hand," she said teasingly.
"Why not?" he questioned, leaning closer to the opened window, his eyes darting back and forth across her youthful face.
"Because... I'm not home right now," she answered in a childishly sarcastic tone.
The big man gaped at her. He was turning very red. She might have overdone it. She hoped he wouldn't tell her mother how rude she'd been. But who did this slob think he was bothering her all this time? She was almost sure that Gordon had no intention of selling the house.
"I'll stop by one night," he said, his lips trembling slightly. "That way I'll be sure to catch them home. You might tell them that... if you can remember."
Helen looked impish. "I never forget to tell them the important things.'.
There was a faint purplish cast to his complexion. Very suddenly, he started the automobile engine, making it race as if his foot had jammed down and stuck on the accelerator. He nodded curly and started off just as she called.
"I won't forget this time, Mr. Sandbags.'.
He grunted, grated gears and sped off. Helen had to bite her lip to keep from bursting right out into laughter as she walked on. The fourteen year old although mature of face and ripe of figure still couldn't quell the childish instincts to taunt her elders every once in awhile. People like that puffy fat man were the perfect target. She relaxed. Helen knew that old fatso wouldn't tell her parents about her. He'd be too embarrassed to tell them what she had called him.
The Parr's lived on the next estate over from the West's. Mandy wasn't even quite sure what the company her husband controlled manufactured. She thought it was something to do with valves for plumbing. Anyway, whatever the company made it was too boring to spend much time thinking about. Actually, her husband felt much the same as she did. His grandfather had started the company and except for sitting in at once monthly board meetings, Dick left the running of the firm to others. He preferred to play golf or spend time in the Bahamas with his beautiful wife. Although the couple were rather bored with each other after eighteen years of marriage both were attractive enough to draw other couples into sexual arrangements that proved satisfactory to both parties and held their marriage together.
Brian, their son, had been conceived on their wedding night and nurses had brought up the youngster. As a result, the boy was left pretty much to his own devices and therefore was spoiled rotten. Whatever Brian boy wanted, he got. His parents would rather buy him what he wanted than have to spend time with him. He was unaccustomed to not having his way. That was probably why he wanted the beautiful teenager next door. He knew she wanted it too but how to knock out all that silly crap about remaining a virgin seemed an impossible task.
As Mandy burst excitedly into the house, she saw Dick sitting in a chair leafing through photographs they had taken with a young black couple they had swapped with.
The rugged-faced young man with wavy dark hair, an air of smooth self-composure and hidden debonair conceit, smiled up at his wide-eyed red-haired wife.
"Slow down baby. Your hair's on fire."
"Very funny, Dick. I've got some good news."
"Oh yeah. What's up?"
"I just saw Helen down at the grocery store and asked her about the West's social commitments. It seems they don't have any. Don't you think that that leaves the door open for us to make our move?"
"Well, not necessarily, honey. After all, they're practically newlyweds. Maybe they're not into it, right now." he said in his usual negative fashion.
"Oh, Dick, for Christ's sake, you're such a lazy bastard I can't believe it. We can try can't we. I'm going to call Pearl and invite the whole family over for dinner some night. We can feel them out that way."
"Okay with me."
"Sure. It's okay with you if I do all the work. Sometimes you really make me sick. You act like I'm your pimp or something."
"But, baby... you're so good at it."
Mandy Parr stomped out of the room before she threw something at him. He was so goddamned infuriating. She was going to go upstairs and have a drink and calm down. It would be better if her energy was channeled into a long-awaited fuck with Gordon West.
CHAPTER FIVE
Helen arrived back at the house and just walked around it to the pool to finish her ice cream. She wished she had something that would help take her mind off the sensuous provocation that a very ungentlemanly dog named Bounder had left with her. Spotty would never have done that; Spotty would have finished the job, even if the Matron set his fur on fire.
There was a constantly tingling irritation up there between her legs, and it seemed to penetrate right up into the base of her now-and-then quivering belly. And every few minutes, depending on her train of thought, she would suddenly be so wet and throbbing there. She couldn't help but blush at her sensual excitement, though she was quite aware from her sex studies that it was a normal enough reaction and nothing to be ashamed of. Still she could never remember being this horny in all her fourteen years.
If possible she was going to try and go to sleep in the sun, the vivacious blonde girl thought as she sat down on the edge of a chaise lounge, but it was impossible to keep her mind from that huge German shepherd long enough. She did come up with a mental project though to occupy her thoughts for a few minutes: how could she tell her mother she wanted Bounder to sleep in her room tonight instead of putting the big animal outside?
If only she could keep him without him looking suspicious, Helen knew that the big handsome brute would do it all the way for her, and this time without any interruptions. Oh, just the thought was enough to send the tremors rippling through her again, and already the little nylon strip of her panties was soaked with her slippery warm moisture.
Helen's hand seemed to automatically smooth downward over her young full breasts and ribs toward her flat tummy, pressuring gently as it descended toward the erogenous little mound the folds of her shorts were molded to. But the slender childish hand never quite reached its destination; she heard whistling around the side of the house.
"Hey baby. What's happening?"
"Oh Brian. It's you," she said annoyed that he was back to bother her. She really wanted to be alone this afternoon. "What do you want?"
"You," he said, lunging and wrapping his arms around her to draw her tightly against him. She was lifted right out of her seat. Her breasts flattened against his chest, and outside of a little squeal she made no big effort to struggle. Instead, the promiscuous fourteen year old girl's hands clung to his shoulders and she let herself be kissed, opening her lips just a tiny bit.
He held her determinedly, his mouth glued to hers, the tip of his wetly heated tongue worming between their lips against the barrier of her even white teeth. Suddenly, one of his hands smoothed down over the tautly jutting mounds of her buttocks to caress and gently squeeze their spongy softness while he held her in his other encircled arm. A series of frantic tingles raced through her like alternating currents of sensuous electricity. She wanted him to stop... but not really.
The boy lowered her to the patio with his arm still around her, his hand slipping up along the quivering flesh of her back beneath the loose blouse. Helen broke their kiss.
"What do you really want, Brian?"
"I told you what I want, baby," he said, kissing the tip of her nose.
The tingles increased. Helen sensed that she was suddenly as moist beneath her arms as she was wet between her legs. Even her eyelids felt hot and damp. "Come off it. You know I'm a virgin."
"So you keep telling me," he whispered working his eager hand around to cup one of her firmly jutting breasts, unfettered by brassiere, covered thinly by the sheer cloth of her summer blouse. He kissed her again and she let his warmly squirming tongue slip into her half-open mouth, and then she began to brush over the intruding tongue with her own the way she used to do with Randolph at school... and that seemed so long, long ago.
Abruptly, he broke their kiss and stepped back several inches, his exploring hand dropping to the exposed flesh of her slender waist.
"Jesus, are your parents around. I don't want to get caught with you, jail-bait," he said.
"I don't know," Helen breathed up at him. Her hands were still on his broad young shoulders. She wished he hadn't stopped.
Brian laughed. "You know something, Helen... you're a professional virgin." He folded her into his arms again and kissed her, feeling her strong young arms going up around his neck. His husky young penis, lusting from the moment he'd swept her up into his arms, gave a lurch and blossomed into its fully rigid hardness. She must feel it throbbing against her belly, he reasoned.
Helen did; as she clung to him, she felt his pulsating cock pressing and jerking against the soft quaking flesh of her stomach as if it were a hard fiery entity all its own. She well knew what being hot was, but she'd never felt quite like this... not to the point where she would have lain down willingly and spread her legs wide open for his demanding penetration! She would now, though, if they dared. Right out in the summer sunshine on the patio!
"Brian... I'm a virgin... I'm a virgin."
"Jesus Christ, I think those words are permanently etched on my brain. You don't have to tell me again." Once more, he took several backward steps, this time withdrawing both his hands. His dark eyes had narrowed, almost with disgust. He said, "Well, I don't have time to play in the kiddie league any longer... I'm going to split... see you around the sand pile, baby."
"Brian," Helen said, blue eyes saucering anxiously. "You mad?"
"No... just bored," he replied with a grin. "I'm going downtown to check stock... you can hang around here and cultivate your cherry if you want."
And he was gone!
For a long time, Helen stood there beside the lounge staring at the corner of the house. She refused to think, merely stood there staring. She wanted to cry. She was so terribly aroused. The wildly sensual feel of Brian's pulsing rock-hard penis was branded into the soft flesh of her stomach and abdomen. He was right. She was a fool for hanging onto her virginity when her body was screaming for release.
Thinking that maybe she could release some of her pent-up anxiety with a swim, Helen ran toward the changing hut to get her bathing suit on.
She opened the door and threw herself up against the cool wall and stood there for a few moments breathing deeply, and then slinking around the pool she saw Bounder. He was ambling along at the other side of the pool by the lawn furniture.
"Bounder! You come here! Bounder... come on... come to Helen!"
Even as she watched the huge animal's approach, the wildly aroused teenager knew what she was going to do.
"Come on, baby... come to Helen."
She reached around the running animal and slammed the door shut and leaned down to kiss the head of the open mouthed, big German shepherd. She hugged him and he wagged his tail, beginning immediately to smell over her. Damn, she didn't mind; that's what she wanted. He had to do it this time!
She backed into the large changing area and pulled down her shorts, rolling her tiny white panties down too and off her rounded hips and buttocks.
"Come to me, honey... oh come and lick me... baby I'm dying," she whispered huskily.
The big animal obeyed, watching as the blonde teenage girl hung her tiny panties on one of the clothes hooks. Only a thin streak of light shone in the changing hut where the West's stored all their bathing costumes and beach towels for their guests. Bounder saw her lean back against the wall. Her legs were spread so that the soft, light-haired place up between her full tanned thighs were exposed to him. His keen eyes saw the steamy wet slit there and a surge of ruttish blood pounded through his virile loins once again.
Helen stood breathless, partially squatting when Bounder closed in. She heard him whimper as he lifted his nose and whiffed, the cool contact of it brushing against her sensitively intimate flesh making her bite at her lip to keep from squealing aloud. She was trembling from head to toe with excitement.
"Oh Bounder... do it to me!" she goaded, gyrating her naked hips and buttocks in tiny circles to tease him.
And then, she felt his tongue flick out to lick wetly upward over her desire-swollen pussy lips, and immediately she reached down with both hands to pull her pulsating vaginal furrow apart from either side so that the fiery inner-flesh was moistly splayed open to the lapping dog. The length of his searing tongue repeated its upward sweep, this time laving fluidly her sensitive flesh and a sigh of lewd delight escaped uncontrollably from the depths of her lust-parched throat.
The nearly-in audible little sound reached the passing ears of Gordon West, but hardly registered the first time. He had decided to take a swim after returning from the post office and was walking around the patio to see if anyone else was out there.
There it was again, a deep sigh... and what was that? Sounded like the whine of a dog...
Gordon, in Bermuda shorts and a tennis shirt, cocked an ear as he eased quietly toward the changing hut. He must be hearing things. What would a dog be doing in there? The animalish whimper reached him once more as he approached the side of the building, and then heard distinctly a human moan. Undoubtedly, there was someone there. Maybe Bounder was trapped.
Around the back was a small window with a curtain across it. The window was slightly open so Gordon pushed it the rest of the way outwards and then he heard: "Oh... oh... Bounder... lick me... lick my cunt... oh do it to me!"
God, that sounded like Helen's voice. What the hell was going on? And then, his peeping eye saw her backed up against the wall, somewhat squatting in a most obscene position!
From his side view and through the darkness within, Helen's stepfather couldn't be certain of what was taking place, but then he made out the massive form of a huge animal and the beast seemed to have her cornered! God, he would never have agreed to look after Mrs. Sampson's dog if he'd known he was that vicious. He could hear the deep growls now, mingling with the poor trapped girl's pitiful groans, and he could see that she must be frightened, cowered and slipping downward until she was sitting... no, actually lying on her back at bay with naked young legs spread helplessly open.
Stunned Gordon realized that he must rescue his step-daughter from this vicious beast. God, he'd tell Mrs. Sampson a thing or two when she returned from New York.
It was horrible! Not the trace of a garment covered her genital area... the filthy dog must have ripped them off! Its savage face was buried right up in the silky down of her tender young female crotch!
The vicious sight might have staggered him even more, West realized, had he not been momentarily mesmerized by the curvy child's most intimate secrets being exhibited almost luridly before him. In all truth, the sensual revelation of her little glistening split amidst the blondish hair and the smaller pinkish hole just below... though he caught only several fleeting glimpses beyond the animal's bobbing head... held him in an hypnotic daze for many passing seconds. Her increasing gasps of paralyzed apprehensions snapped him to. There wasn't a second to lose. There was no telling when this wild dog would go for his step-daughter's throat.
Even as he bounded around to the door of the hut, Gordon remembered that he had seen the attacking beast in Pearl's bedroom earlier. He hoped his wife was all right. The dog must be a wild and ferocious monster to ravaging attack a defenseless girl in such a lustful manner, he reasoned, jerking open the door to hear Helen say: "Yes... Bounder... that's it... that's my clit... oh lick it... "
And the vile animal was! Any fool could see that, West concluded, as he stared at the animal's long dripping tongue slavering through the vulnerable pink flesh splitting his step-daughter's upthrust young loins.
"Beat it, Bounder! Get the hell out of here!" Gordon ordered. He saw that neither the attacker nor its vivacious victim paid the slightest heed as the bright light of day flooded over them. His little step-daughter must be too choked with fear, and the brazen dog's ruttish lust was undoubtedly blinding it.
"Oh god... oh yes... yes... yes!" West heard Helen's exclamation above the dog's fierce growls as he picked up a coat hanger.
"Get out of here, Bounder, now!" he commanded.
The German shepherd obeyed this time to the sharp order of the man's angry voice and like a flash the huge beast raced from the hut and disappeared. West dropped the hanger and looked down at the sobbing child who still lay in the same position so that her flawlessly curved legs were bent at the knees but she was still naked from the waist down.
His step-daughter was crying profusely, tossing her head back and forth with her arms covering her face, but the swallowing young man couldn't raise his eyes above her lushly open thighs, and the erotic sight of her moistened little cunt just above the deep cleft of her firmly rounded ass-cheeks. She was in a state of shock, no question, which allowed for the shameless display of her delicate teenage loins. But he couldn't understand what was causing the palsied twitching of her rounded hips and the uncontrollable trembling of the creamy flesh of her inner things.
Jesus! She's just like her mother... an enticing, sexy creature... just like her mother... only she's as fair as her mother is dark, he thought as he started to kneel beside her, but then he was forced to re-situate his lust-hardened penis inside his shorts first. The necessity flushed his cheeks. Get hold of yourself, West! She's your step-daughter and... she's only fourteen!
While to Helen, lying on the floor just the way she had been discovered, there was nothing but certain death left for her. She couldn't even feel shame, her sensual desire and need had reached such a maddening point, but she knew that soon she would probably be sent to juvenile hall or worse!
"Now, darling. Get hold of yourself. Bounder's gone. Everything will be all right," she heard him say as he took the child's arms and gently pried them from her face.
Oh, what could she say? She couldn't open her eyes to look up at him. But she had to say something. "It... it all just... happened so fast... Dad... Gordon... I couldn't help myself... "
"Of course not, my pet." His hand caressed her cheek several times, then she felt it on her bare arm, moving gently up and down. "Wait till I tell Mrs. Sampson how her dog caught you unawares."
"No... he's really not vicious... he's... " Helen stopped short when she felt his hand on her legs... her thigh, beginning to smooth up and down exploringly as Brian had done over her buttocks when he'd kissed her, and it was adding fuel to the simmering flames still burning in her loins and belly. "He... he came and... and I... oh Gordon...
"Now just calm down, dear, try and get a hold of yourself, it's all right... all rightt... " West managed throatily, from the corner of his eye, watching the movement of his own hand inching upward over her soft satiny thigh flesh. He was beside himself. The sight of his little step-daughter lying there the way she was, her tender little cunt all moist and glistening along the thin line splitting its tight fleshy lips. And the sprinkle of blonde pubic hair like silk sparsely covering it all, he had to touch it! God, his painfully throbbing cock had frozen into an undesired state of hardness. "Just lie right here and collect yourself, sweetheart... we... we'll keep the whole incident just between us, okay. We don't have to upset your mother by telling her." Helen swallowed tightly. She felt his strong masculine hand easing over to the inner-side of her thigh. She guessed that her eyes, were bugging from her head with the realization of what he was going to touch next . ., but she wanted him to. Her belly was a boiling furnace of excitement.
"Oh... Dad... oh... Gordon!" she gasped, reaching to clutch his other arm when his fingers brushed over her pussy lips and his extended middle finger wormed easily right into the wetly burning crevice to begin twitching her hardened little clitoris.
"No one has to know, Helen, now do they? It'll be our little secret what the brute dog was trying to do to you," West hoarsely whispered. "He... was licking you right here... wasn't he... right here where my finger is?"
"Uh... ooohhh... yes... yes, but he wasn't... ooohhh... aaaaaahhh... "
"It will be our own special secret, baby girl... we won't tell a soul!" the young step-father exclaimed under his breath, the feel of her young hot loins so tight and soft beneath his playing fingers making his rigid cock jerk into an impatient virility that surprised him.
His eyes burned. He wanted to watch what he was doing, but instead he looked toward her lovely, open-mouthed face and listened to the quickened breaths escaping her wetly parted lips. She began to squirm in a most erotic manner beneath his playing fingers, rotating her curved tanned hips and lifting her naked young buttocks almost hungrily up toward them. Good Christ! The sweet child was enjoying it. The big German shepherd must have worked her right up to a bursting point. It was practically his fatherly duty to put her out of her misery!
"Ooooooohhh... oooooohhhhhh... Gordon...
"Does it feel good, Helen darling?"
"Oh... yes... yes... yes... "
"The dog... he was licking you with his tongue... wasn't he, angel?"
"Yessssssssssss."
"Would you like me to do that for you with my cock... do you want your cunt filled with my cock?" West heard his voice crack dryly as he uttered the obscene suggestion to his step-child.
"But Gordon... I'm still a virgin... I really am."
Of course, she was only fourteen years old! What could he be thinking of? But there was no way he could leave her now. She was such a delicious child, and his fingers were playing right up in the hot liquid flesh of her sweet teenage cunt. It was absolutely devastating. His imprisoned penis felt like a rocked about to burst from its launching pad!
"Baby... have you ever tried any other way... than in your cunt... I mean?"
"Why Gordon... I... I don't know what you mean... " Helen gasped, his gentle finger slowly caressing her tiny clitoral bud sending the wildest sensations shooting through her eager young body. She remembered fleetingly from her readings how older, experience love-partners could bring their young counterparts unbelievable delights. And there was something so perversely intoxicating in just the thought of her madly handsome young stepfather, fingering her crazily excited pussy. It was all in the family, wasn't it? She opened her trembling thighs wider and pressed her seething loins up against his gentle hand.
"Christ!" he grunted.
"Daddy... it feels so good."
"Listen angel... why... why don't you turn over and let... let me put my cock in your ass?" he choked out.
"Wh... what?"
"That way you'll still be a virgin... but you'll still feel soooooo gooooooooood!" he coaxed, beginning to increase his fingering until his little blonde step-child was practically out of her mind.
"I... I don't know. What if someone comes in?"
"We'll lock the door. No one is going to come, anyway."
"Oh, Gordon... I don't know... won't it hurt?... oh I'm afraid... " Helen whispered, the lurid idea actually exciting her all the more.
"Maybe a teeny bit in the beginning, but not much I should say. You're a big girl and all adults do it these days," he exaggerated to the gullible teenager. "It doesn't make babies and certainly will keep your virginity intact... and the best part is... you'll enjoy it!"
In her readings Helen had dwelt on a long piece about sodomy, wherein it stated that the act was quite exciting for both parties, especially to some women, something to do with a seldom explored gland which produced erotic ecstasy that could be found no other way. It had explained too, about the pain to be expected in the beginning. But the idea was so wild, and doing it with a handsome older man, her own step-father... and she was burning up with desire... but no... no it wouldn't be right... what if her mother found out?
"Isn't... isn't there... some other way?" she ventured timidly.
"Yes, dear... of course there is... there's what Bounder was doing to you with his tongue." The handsome step-father's middle finger wiggled tremblingly against the distraught girl's quivering clitoris as he spoke, and she moaned lewdly. "Do you think you'd like that?"
"Oh... god yes... it feels so good... oh Gordon... do it to me... " the blond-haired teenager sighed.
Her step-father swallowed nervously. "If you're sure you want me to... I mean, if you're sure you wouldn't mind... "
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh," Helen groaned again, his finger working her up to such a frantic pitch that she found herself flailing her hips and thighs up and out in a wild abandon.
"For god's sake... do it now... now... "
CHAPTER SIX
Gordon West couldn't remember how many years it had been since he'd had a virgin. And now here... with his own step-daughter, he was going to have the opportunity to eat that wonderful virginal blonde cunt of hers.
Happening upon Helen like this, with her firm young thighs lewdly splayed wide open, and her quivering little pussy staring him in the face, he had gotten such an iron-hard erection that his balls were beginning to ache from the excitement. And if this delicious little teenaged nymphet weren't a virgin... and so determined to remain one... he would have plunged right in and fucked her senseless. But for now he was going to taste that fabulous pussy.
The trembling step-father edged himself around until he was half-turned away from the still moaning girl, and he brought his face down slowly until his out-thrust tongue just barely tickled the tip of her sensitive little clitoris.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhh... oooooohhhhhhhhh," Helen groaned lewdly.
Gordon jerked his tongue back making sure that Helen was aware of his actions. "Don't you like it?" he whispered.
"Yes... yes... yes," the frenzied teenager chanted mindlessly, and she reached down and thrust his face back into her pulsating pussy flesh.
This time, his entire face was crushed into the wetly steaming crevice of her virginal loins. His slavering lips circled the tiny nub of her clitoris and he sucked at it greedily, his tongue darting in and out of his mouth frantically. He had his eyes tightly shut, but now he opened them, and for one terrified moment, the image of his wife loomed up before him.
This would never do, he decided and quickly pushed the thought from his mind. When he tried to raise his head, the frantic young blonde crushed his face back into the smoldering depths of her hotly sopping pussy. Finally, with a determined thrust, he broke free of her iron-tight head-lock and crouched on all fours, gasping like all the air had been sucked out of him.
Her stepfather caught his breath and then he unceremoniously reached over and dragged the frenzied teenager down flat on her back on the floor of the changing hut. She lay there for a moment with her legs and thighs thrust almost straight up in the air, writhing wildly from side to side in her passion, sending her golden head back and forth. The older man stood up and ripped off his Bermuda's and undershorts releasing his aching penis. "Jesus Christ," he groaned in relief, cupping his tortured balls in the palm of his hand.
The handsome older man squatted down over the shuddering child once again, but this time, he straddled her face and relentlessly lowered the pulsating shaft of his rock-hard cock down toward her wetly parted lips. She stared up at the descending instrument with widening eyes "What are you going to do, Gordon?" she asked hesitantly.
"If I'm going to suck your cunt... I want you to suck my cock... that's the way it's done... that way we both get satisfaction, honey... '.
"Okay," the apprehensive teenager whispered, not at all sure that she wanted it to go quite this far. Still it made sense; on the other hands, she was frightened of the idea of putting that big huge thing into her mouth. It looked so giant! It would choke her! She stared in growing alarm at the reddish-purple bulbous head getting closer to her waiting lips. A thick drop of clear pre-orgasmic fluid had seeped out of the tiny hole, and she shuddered at the terrifyingly wicked thought of sticking out her tongue and licking it off.
Automatically, her pinkly pointed tongue extended out from between her half-open lips and slowly reached upward until it met the viscous drop. Then it flicked furtively back into her mouth and a lewdly sensuous smile spread across her teenaged face. Then suddenly, her mouth gaped wide and she lunged upward taking the entire spongy mushroom-like head between her lips. She ran her tongue liltingly around the sensitively soft perimeter, and then flicked it lovingly across the entire surface all the while sucking on the head as if it were an ice cream on a stick.
Her stepfather groaned aloud in anguished relief. His hips and thighs had been tensed up until this point, but now he relaxed his haunches and thrust the whole shaft of his eagerly pulsing cock deep into her throat in one savage lunge.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuugggggghhh," the poor youngster cried out in choked dismay. It was altogether too much for her: already she could feel the spongy head of his cock ramming relentlessly against her tensed throat muscles. "Noooooo... uuuuuunnnnnngggggggggggg " she protested frantically She threw her head vainly from side to side trying to dislodge his mouth-stuffing shaft of male flesh which pinned her down like a butterfly in a collection.
The older man was totally oblivious to the distraught young teenager's discomfort. He had dreamed of this moment for a long time. And now, at long last, both of his dreams were coming true... both at the same time. It was almost more than he could bear. And the wonderful way his throbbing cock was filling her sweetly titillating young mouth, and now she was moving her filled mouth from side to side, imparting delightfully salacious sensations to every nerve ending of his pulsing member.
Helen clenched her hands into tight little fists and began pummeling furiously against her step-father's abdomen, trying to force him to raise up enough so she could catch her breath. The passion-engulfed older man eventually realized that all was not well, and he reluctantly raised his pelvis, drawing his thick pulsing cock part way out of its hotly clasping sheath.
"Aaaaaarrrrggghhh... nnnnnngggggggggggg " the gulping girl gasped chokingly, but as soon as she had caught her breath, she became aware that the succulently mouth-filling shaft of flesh was slowly being withdrawn. "Oh, no," she whimpered and greedily sucked it back in between her hotly slavering lips.
Gordon West had never felt such a terrifically stimulating sensation in all his life. "Shit!" he murmured through his tightly clenched lips. Then he gasped and let his face fall forward. A moment later, he was aware that his mouth was crushed against the soft, furry fringe of blonde cunt hair that sparsely covered the virginal child's tender pubic mound. His nostrils were assailed by the heady-sweet aroma of her moistly steaming young cunt. The wanton stepfather inhaled deeply and burrowed his nose downward into her quivering crevice. He licked his way downward through the open valley of her vaginal furrow, sucking momentarily on her pulsating clitoris, then plunging his greedy mouth downward still further, lapping furiously as it went.
Gordon's tongue plunged deep into the darkly mysterious hole of her virginal cunt, licking in a greedy frenzy of wanton passion, and he rejoiced as he heard her loud groans of delight and pleasure. He sucked gluttonously, slurping and snorting in his frenzy of passionate hunger. Her inner fluid was seeping profusely through the tight opening of her still virginal orifice, and the older man lapped at them furiously, drinking them like nectar between his sucking lips and swallowing them rapaciously.
His young blond step daughter, at the same time strained forward in an effort to swallow the entirety of the older man's hotly throbbing cock deep into her throat. In just a few minutes of practice, she had learned how to suck the blood-swollen shaft far back into her mouth without choking still leaving her room to catch her breath. And now she was thoroughly enjoying the mouth-distending experience. Almost in a delirium, she gulped the bloated purple cock-head into her hungry young mouth and sucked the whole rigid shaft deep into her throat, clamping her teenaged throat muscles around the spongy head, and sucking in her cheeks while she darted her tongue around and around up and down the full length of his thick prick.
A vague recollection of his step-child not liking him at first raced through Gordon West's mind. Was it possible? His lusty-eyed face dropped further down and he licked through the deep crevice splitting her firm youthful ass-cheeks, his eager tongue laving to her gasping whimpers. Its wiggling tip found her snug little anus and began to probe at the tight muscular ring.
Helen had never known anything so forbiddingly intoxicating in her entire life. His hot tongue... unlike Bounder's because it was human, a man's tongue and prodding obscenely right up into her sensitive rectal opening... was mind-boggling.
For certain, she had never felt more naked than she did at that moment with her own stepfather... her mother's husband... hovering above the tiny pink aperture; yet she still was not ashamed and she was too tensed with the lewd thrill of what was happening to be really afraid. Her belly was a turmoil of erotic sensations. Nothing else mattered in the least except the sensual acts they were both performing in each other, the wild ungovernable delight they both were experiencing.
The child felt his outstretched finger investigating her wildly puckering anus. Her breathing grew more intense. His finger prodded more urgently. Now it was pushing hard, trying to gain entrance. She winced and strained at it, helping as best she could, then grunting aloud as it suddenly entered with a little rush, seeming to slip right up inside her. She gasped again, but it had hardly hurt at all... in fact there was something wickedly stimulating about it.
Helen's stepfather moved his inserted finger around in her asshole working to expand her tight anal opening. And then he began to saw it slowly in and out... finger-fucking it! And then, suddenly he forgot all about sticking his tongue in her nubile cunt... and he forgot about the wonderfully obscene sensations her flitting tongue and sucking mouth were imparting to his rampantly hard cock. He had his middle finger jammed up into the depths of her trembling rectum, and all he could think of was that he had to replace it with his cock!
"Oh sweet Jesus, he thought. To stick my cock up in her tiny little asshole; even the thought of it is almost enough to make me cum. He jerked his glistening cock up out of her protesting mouth and quickly reversed his position, still keeping his extended middle finger rammed as far as it would go up into her hotly pulsating little rectum.
Helen whimpered as her step-father's huge pole of flesh was ripped from her mouth. Maybe she wasn't doing it right, she decided. But what was he going to do now? He couldn't be going to force his thickly long cock up inside her? Not down there... in her asshole? Oh no! Not that! And yet, his pistoning finger did feel so good up there. Wasn't that enough? Why did he have to try to put his long thick cock up there, too?
It's impossible, she thought. He'll never be able to get that baseball bat up my ass! He'll split me in too!
Gordon began to move the invading middle finger around in a wider swirling movement, pushing deeper up in her rectal channel, always stretching the baby-like opening of her uneasily clenching anus. And with every passing second, the blonde teenager began to feel more wanton. It was tremendously salacious and for sure she would go mad if he ever stopped or deserted her now. Had there ever been a time when she hadn't liked this man who was doing all these wonderful things to her body?
The youngster was having these thoughts when he suddenly dug a second finger up into the tightly resistant passage, and abruptly it did hurt! The unpleasant feeling immediately became discomfort and though she tried to remember the part in the sex manual where she'd read about what to expect in the beginning, she still bounced away. No matter what the book said, it still hurt.
But the fingers came after her while his body seemed to pin her down with one hand pressuring against the small of her back. There was no escaping them! They stayed right up in the clenching walls beyond her painfully stretched anus, never brutal, but possessively buried, moving slowly until both seemed to hold complete control over her penetrated anal hole.
It wasn't so bad after a moment. Again, the youngster tried to remember the enlightening phrases from the book, and she began to wriggle her skewered ass-cheeks and hips to help. No, it wasn't all that bad. In fact, there was a strange, yet weirdly appealing feeling she had never before experienced. She wondered, if it was true as he said that all adults did this. It was wild, she thought, exciting tremors racing through her shuddering loins.
Now, Helen could feel him relentlessly stretching her anus, and sometimes it hurt if he made a sudden movement and his fingernails nipped at the tender rectal flesh. His massive cock couldn't be any more uncomfortable than this, she decided; besides she was very anxious that he hurry up and get it over with before something or someone interrupted them. She could never stand all this again.
"Go on, dad... do it now... come on Gordon," the teenager hissed, "put it in if you're going to."
"What?... Really!" he cursed under his breath as he eased his fingers out of her, the hot rubbery skin of her young anus clinging and releasing them with a moist, sucking sound. "Helen... you're wonderful... "
Helen realized that the older man was very aroused by the loud tempo of his breathing, but she doubted that he could be any hotter than she was. His hard muscular body came down onto hers and stretched out along its length. He swore and she trembled with anticipation, wondering what he would do next, and then he was back up off of her.
"Turn over and get up onto your knees darling," he whispered. "It'll be easier that way."
Helen rolled over onto her knees, blushing at the thought of presenting him with her naked buttocks there in the shadowy changing hut by the pool. She situated herself on her knees, bending down before him like she had done for the dog. She found herself wondering if her young naked body looked as exciting to him this way as her mother's beautiful shape or if her mother ever got into such a position for him.
Helen felt his large hands grasp gently at the top of her thighs. Now it was going to happen! It seemed unbelievable that she would be doing such a thing with him or anyone... but she was too excited, and she found that she wanted him to... yes. If only his man-sized penis wasn't too big! If only he didn't tear her apart! But she couldn't stop him now... even if she wanted to. She was helpless; no matter what he did to her now, she couldn't resist him. She had made her decision.
The terrifying thought sent wild tremors racing up and down her nearly naked body, and she reached back between her legs, trying to feel where he was and what he was doing.
Helen's fingers touched a flaccid, hairy entity which seemed to dance illusively above them. His balls! He grunted and lurched to the contact as she cupped her hand beneath them, amazed at their bloated bigness. Experimentally she weighed them, remembering to be gentle because of their vulnerability.
"Beautiful... baby... now just let your hand follow upward... aaaaaaaaahhhhhh... that's it, angel... Christ!... Now take hold it... uuuuuunnnnnngggggghhhhhh."
Helen let her fingers circle around the hot, rigidly pulsating rod of flesh. It felt so mammoth! Oh! It was so much bigger than his two fingers, and... it was so... so thick and hard. She felt the velvety outside layer of skin sliding back beneath her grasping hand. She sort of pushed until that outer flesh eased way back and she knew that the foreskin was pulled away from the glans.
"Now, honey, just draw the tip right up between your sweet pussy lips so it will be nice and wet," her stepfather instructed lecherously. "That's it... unnnnnngggggghhhhhhhhhhhh." he grunted as she obeyed the knob of his lust-swollen penis splaying through her moistened vaginal flesh at her own doing. She drew it back down through the tender furrow and up once more, her young body trembling to the delicious contact. "Now place it... that's it... position it against your precious little asshole."
Helen pictured herself as a maze of sensual nerve centers hidden in the naked curves of her erotically bent young body. She was hopelessly aroused as she strained backward and placed his blunt-headed cock at the waiting opening between her spread ass-cheeks. Immediately, it began to prod and push against her defensively puckering anus. She caught her breath; it was going to be too big just as she'd feared... far too big!
But its bloated tip was already stretching the snug little orifice and was trying to worm its way further in. She tried to remember the sex manual: There would be considerable discomfort in the beginning... she wanted him to fuck her there... had to cum... it would be all right... worming right in... in... in... oh god! The ramming crowbar-like cock was going to split her tiny asshole right apart!
The teenager jerked away, but he was too quick for her and held her in a grip of steel, his massively hardened cock merciless in its pressure.
"Oh no... Dad... Gordon... don't do it... it hurts... stop it!" Helen blurted.
Her stepfather was like a man gone berserk, completely ignoring her plea, holding her with the strength of a gorilla and pushing, shoving forcing his monstrously thick prick right up into her slowly opening anal hole.
Helen felt like screaming but she resisted the urge not wanting to attract attention. There wasn't time for panic; the shock of his penetration was already too blinding. She sobbed: "It's too big! Oh, Gordon... it'll never go all the way in! You'll tear me apart!"
Her stepfather never heard her. His hips and inflexible rod of male flesh thrust her firmly straining young thighs forward; his arms locked her naked ass-cheeks back to his. She was totally helpless.
"Come on darling, push back," he begged. "Don't cry; it won't hurt anymore," he assured her as if he were an expert on teenaged virgins being fucked in the ass!
"I can't... oh stop this!"
"Yes you can. darling... shove back! There! That's it! Shove your sweet little ass back on my cock!"
Dear god, she could hardly think. It was as if he were ramming a hot poker up her ass. The discomfort was paralyzing so incredible that she couldn't even cry. And yet, she did push back, hoping to god the words in her sex manuals about the pain being only at the start were true... and suddenly with a savagely buttock wrenching effort, his huge stiffened penis soared right up into her frantically stretching rectum until she could feel the hairs of his pelvis brushing against her ass-cheeks. His huge pulsing cock was buried all the way up into her back passage, up to the hilt!
"Ooooooooohhhhhh .
.
. uuummmmmmpppppphhhhhhhh... so big... your cock's so big!" All the fourteen year old could think about was making stuffed dolls at school, except there was nothing gentle about the burning thick rod of stuffing cramming her rectum to capacity. She'd never be the same back there, and there was nothing she could seem to do to stop him. She was ruined for life; it was too late, now. The damage was done. And she had decided that this was what she wanted him to do. What a fool she was!
Gordon West began to hiss and moan with delight as he skewered rhythmically and without the slightest regard for her feelings deep up into the virginal confines of her stretch bottom from behind. She couldn't believe he was her quiet considerate stepfather. He was now some merciless ogre with a huge fiery cock that dragged on the ground. She felt once again like she wanted to scream.
But, even as she moaned to herself the pain commenced to ease a little, moving toward a new state of tormented distress mixed with weirdly growing stimulation... The teenager felt wet between her buttocks and was sure that the hot moisture must be her own blood dripping from the enormously raw round that used to be her tiny anus. He was sodomizing her in earnest now. Well, that was what she thought she wanted. And the manual... it had been correct... because even though she was being hurled forward with every belly-splitting thrust and had to squirm back onto his punishing hard cock, she was beginning to have a fantastic feeling of erotic pleasure.
The feeling was so bad anymore... it was perversely joyful, and she wanted to shove her young buttocks backwards to meet the brutal charge of her stepfather's hairy loins.
"Is it better now, angel?" he rasped down at her.
"Yes... better... Gordon," the fourteen year old girl breathed beginning to undulate her body and gyrate her naked buttocks in tiny impatient circles. Good Lord! It was the most fantastic thing that had ever happened in her young life!
Helen reached down between her wide-splayed thighs again and began to ply with his swinging, sperm-bloated balls, trying to twist her face sideways so that he could see that she was telling the truth.
A thin shaft of daylight streaming through the crack under the door illuminated the scene. The light fell upon the tautly spread mounds of the kneeling youngster's voluptuously toiling asscheeks, and more specifically on the inflamed pink orifice his burgeoning cock was stretching with each obscene stroke up into her erotically quivering rectum.
Kneeling above his step-child, he squinted through lust-smoked eyes to see the reddened anal flesh around the tiny hole draw back with his wetly glistening penis, clasping it as if loathing to release even a fraction of an inch.
"Oh... oh... oh... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh," Helen gasped with every inward thrust, her small hand still filled with the hairy weight of his cum-laden balls.
"Yes... yes... yes!" her stepfather moaned. This was beyond a doubt the most delectable and lascivious act he had ever performed in his life. It was wonderful because the child wanted it too, he reasoned lustfully, though at first the pressure exerted on his thick penis had been almost too much to endure. But now that he had reamed her lovely young passage a bit, it was simply tight and exhilarating beyond all belief... a fantastic virginal squeeze which threatened with every thrust to extract his stored up cum right out of his aching cock.
Gordon watched his sinewy white rod of flesh disappear up into her hotly yielding rectum with every forward hump of his loins. It skewered tight in and up until not so much as a quarter-inch was left unburied, and with her counteracting buttock movements the swollen shaft prodded around in that warm rubbery channel with its bulbous head palpitating as if it were going to erupt like a sky rocket.
Absolutely devastating, his brain reported, while his inflated balls ached in the soft cupping palms of her little hands His hardened penis burned as if it were submerged in a soft pit of clinging white-hot moans and the swiveling action of her whitely upthrusting buttocks as they rotated like a cam around his burgeoning hardness.
Her little blouse was high around her waist, and her tapered back sloping downward away from him, hollowed more and more. She withdrew her hands from his sperm-laden testicles and he moved one of his own around and beneath her heaving little belly to find the tiny nerve center of her clitoris between her flesh pussy-lips once more. She squealed with delight and raised to her elbows her long blonde hair falling over her face, tumbling every which way as she wildly squirmed beneath his furiously rampaging cock and massaging middle finger.
"Ah... ohhhhhh... uuuuuunnnnnnggggggh," choked from the depths of her virginal throat.
"Is it good, darling?" he rasped.
"Oh, yes... yes... yes... go on... do it... do it... oh... yessssssssssss!"
God Almighty! He had never been this excited not with anyone. This was one of the most incredible experiences of his life. He straightened and as his hand drew free of her wetly heated pussy it brushed her small hand streaking toward the erotic spot he had forsaken. And then he drew his blood-swollen shaft out to the coronal rim and plunged it right in again in one relentlessly long stroke. His iron-stiff penis was electrified, his straining balls near the bursting point. He had a fleeting though that he hoped his end would be like this. He suddenly flashed on the idea that he would like to go down fucking!
"Oh, Helen... babeeeeeeeeeeee," he groaned. "Oh Gordon... don't stop... don't ever stop... I'll die if you stop!"
And she would for sure, the inflamed teenager concluded in the heat of her lust-filled passion. Her sex manual's phrase of "erotic ecstasy" was such an inadequate description for the sensations of fantastic sensual pleasure possessing her. Why should anyone want it any other way? Women could remain virgins forever and never have to worry about becoming pregnant. Oh my! Her stepfather's cock was filling her right up into depths of her quaking belly, and it was rubbing on that seldom explored gland with every thrusting stroke. She would cum soon; there was no doubt about it... and... and so would Gordon.
What would that feel like? The older man's hot sperm squirting right up into her asshole... her very bowels. Ooooohhhhhh, she wished she were completely naked. Even the light blouse felt constricting to her writhing body. Her steaming pussy was a screaming slit of ravenous fire beneath her stroking fingers, her tiny hardened clitoris right on the verge of exploding any second. Oh god, he was ramming faster up into her back there now, harder and more rapidly, battering her naked buttocks with his hips, the lewd fleshy sounds hollowly filling the hut...
Gordon West gripped the slender girlish waist of his stepdaughter with mindless fingers, squeezing the soft childish flesh into mottled shapes. His mouth hung open, refusing to close. His breaths were rasping out of it like a man racing up a mountainside. He'd cum five thousand times in his life, but no pre-explosion had ever been like this. The child's curvaceous ass was the gateway to paradise!
The forty year old man stared greedily at the fourteen year old's young body as he spread her trembling thighs wider and pulled the softly resilient globes of her wildly churning buttocks farther apart with his hands. He grunted, fucking deeper up into her tender nether channel with one furious lunge, hearing her groan as she shoved back with equal enthusiasm. His inflamed cock felt huge and leaded, as if were weighted on the end like a policeman's truncheon, and the weight was increasing with every ripening second.
"Oooooohhh... me... toooooooooooo," Helen whimpered, her whole young body beginning to spring up and down like a yo-yo on the end of his raging cock.
The child felt his fingers gouging into her naked buttocks, grabbing the soft flesh in handfuls. She sensed another finger touching her almost numbed anus, as if he were feeling the frictional heat where his long hardened cock battered into her from behind. She couldn't hold her head still, but began to throw it from side to side with her hair flailing wildly. He hauled her back onto his huge jerking cock until she thought its swollen head would burst right up between her breasts. A fiery tirade of maddening sensations screamed through her feverishly provoked young loins and belly.
"Jesus... child... I am too... "
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh"
"Shit... I'm... cccccuuuuuummmmmmmmmiiinngg! " And with that Helen felt her step-father shooting his scalding sperm in drenching waves up into the depths of her clutching rectum and belly from behind as she shuddered and spasmed uncontrollably. She lurched and convulsed, heaving her tremoring buttocks backward so that his pumping, wildly spewing cock was locked up into the recesses of her rectal passage like a ball-in-socket fitting.
They hung that way, gasping and shuddering for long seconds, until her knees seemed to collapse and his deflating penis pulled out of her with a lewd sucking sound, as she flattened beneath him. Cool air gushed between her sweat-streaked thighs and buttocks, bathing her soaked pussy lips and burning little anus like a spray of welcomed spring water.
"Helen... I'm shaking so much I doubt if I'll even be able to get up... oh... darling," Gordon West rasped in a trembling voice. "Are you all right, honey?"
"Yes... yes... I think so," Helen whimpered, not really certain. She felt totally enervated, and there was an uncomfortable rawness beginning to register from her forever-stretched back passage. The passion was gone, and there was a sense of shame accompanied by confused anger at the lustful wantonness of them both.
The child sat up, squirming around to face him in the dim light, knowing that she must look a mess with her smudged face and tangled hair. She paid no attention to her open thighs and the fact that she was naked from the waist down.
"Helen... baby... I'm sorry... I don't know what got into me... please... "
"I do, Gordon... and it got into me, not you," she quipped sharply. "I doubt if I'll be able to sit down for the rest of the week."
"I can't tell you how sorry I am... I just lost my head, seeing you in here like... "
"I know, I know," she stopped him, realizing that she was as much to blame as he was. "But it's a bit late to talk about that, isn't it?"
"I know... I know," he said still trembling as he took a handkerchief from his pocket and began to brush the sweaty streaks from her cheeks and forehead. "don't worry... your mother will never find out... it'll be a secret."
"It'll have to be," she said earnestly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mandy Parr was sitting in her room nursing her martini. That husband of hers was just the limit. He was always willing to go along with her plans to swing with other couples but he would never initiate anything. Just once, she thought, just once I'd like him to do the dirty work. He was so used to having everything done for him that he was too lazy to even pick up a telephone. He really was a fucking passenger, Mandy thought. If he wasn't so goddamned rich, I'd leave him in a moment. And then the beautiful redhead smiled to herself, her anger beginning to evaporate. Where else would she be able to get whatever she wanted... whenever she asked for it... that was the problem now... she too was so used to having everything she wanted that how would she survive if she had to work for things. And in her own way, she was really very fond of Dick. He was generous to a fault and really quite a good companion. In fact, he was everything most women dreamed of having. It was just that...
Oh well, she thought reasonably, I guess he has plenty of reasons to find fault with me. I'm not exactly the perfect wife image right out of the pages of "Good Housekeeping" either. Of course, Dick didn't married me for my talents as a housewife, she grinned. We have servants to take care of all that bullshit. Dick wouldn't know what to do with a housewife if he fell over one.
Okay. Now let's get things back into perspective. I know Dick isn't going to do anything about contacting the West's so I better get on the phone if there's going to be any new blood in our sex life tonight.
There was nothing ingenious about her plan, she was thinking as she sat facing the telephone, though she had the feeling that it would work. The West's seemed like a pretty sophisticated couple.
Mandy herself wasn't exactly a promiscuous whore, but she had always had this yen for Gordon. And after thinking about it a bit she realized that the suave steel executive had always nursed a desire for her. While his ogling eye was ever discreetly indirect, she'd sensed it peripherally peeling the clothes from her time and again. But Gordon probably thought she was too much of a lady to every make any overt gestures in that direction. How this little plan of hers was going to work out she couldn't guess but regardless of the outcome it would be a pleasant evening with the West's... well, she had to begin somewhere...
"Hello, Pearl? How are you enjoying Montauk?" Mandy purred over the telephone. "Yes, I'm sure it is a bit of an adjustment after New York and all... and the new husband... everything... anyway, my dear, why I called was Dick and I would love to have you and the family over for dinner tonight. I'm only sorry that I didn't call you sooner, but I didn't know whether you were up to receiving invitations from the neighbors... sometimes it gets just too social around here... after all we are on vacation and we don't want to make the same rounds of dinner parties that we do in New York... oh... I see," the lovely redhead said, trying not to show her disappointment at the refusal to her invitation.
"Thank you very much, Mandy, but the cook and I have prepared a barbecue for this evening, Pearl replied in her pleasant voice. "We're having dinner out on the patio tonight... but, why don't you and Dick and Brian join us... we'd love to have you... it's going to be very simple... just steak and salad but you're certainly welcome to come over if you like... "
Mandy hung up the receiver smiling gleefully to herself. It hardly made any difference where they got together as long as they did. Of course, she had accepted. Now, the question was, how to get Gordon off somewhere by himself so that she could broach her favorite subject... swapping. She felt fairly confident that her old charm would work on Gordon even though he was practically a newly wed. While it might be a bit stale from non-use, the red-haired beauty felt certain all of the magnetic allure was still there, especially when she walked in with her long hair loose and wearing the new long black gown she had just bought. The gown plunged open to the waist revealing her full breasts in an almost lewd fashion and of course she never wore a brassiere.
Walking over to her mirror, Mandy winked at her reflection feeling like she had her victory already. She began to undress while teasing sensations of excitement commenced to tingle in the depths of her flat belly. She gave little thought to anything but her mission tonight. Gordon West, the man she hoped to seduce almost became secondary; it was the contemplated act itself which was kindling the tiny fires now that she had set her mind to it.
The lovely redhead tossed her brassiere, then her panties, onto a chair and stood admiring her naked sensuousness in the vanity mirror. The reflection was anything but displeasing, she thought, and the outline of her bikini from sunbathing held a sensual enchantment all of its own. Her legs were long, full thighs, smooth and without a trace of flab. Perhaps her belly was a bit too lean and her hips somewhat boyish, but the red-haired vee of pubic down and the puffy mound with its pink slit would reassure any doubters. She was fleecy up between her legs, too not sparse and baldish like most fair-complexioned women, and that was added sexiness as far as she was concerned.
Mandy's firm breasts were high and wide-set, their concealment from sunrays leaving them milk-white to their pointed rose capped tips. They might be a bit too large, but their uplifted contour offset that, and they made up for that fraction she lacked through the hips. Anyway, she'd never heard of a man who didn't prefer an ample-breasted woman.
Gordon probably had plenty to contend with in Pearl; she had about the most fabulous body that Mandy had ever seen... he was no slouch either in the body department. They were almost the perfect couple. Mandy wondered if they were as good in the sack as they looked.
Mandy smiled to herself wondering how the West's would react if they knew she was mentally imagining them both naked and fucking their brains out. Putting them out of her mind for a moment the narcissistic red-haired beauty did a half-turn before the mirror to view the S-curve her jutting white buttocks completed. The warmth inside her belly grew and she sensed a light moisture down between her thighs. She unfastened her hair and shook it loose to tumble downward around sloping shoulders. Damn, she didn't look a day over twenty this way.
The urge for another drink continued to mount, but she decided against it... and then changed her mind again... She walked over to the small refrigerator in the dressing room and poured herself a glass of chilled white wine. I'm not going to get bombed on martinis today, she thought sensibly.
Mandy took her wine and seated herself before the vanity. She would have a scented oil bath to prepare herself for her night of seduction.
Bounder was more than a little perturbed. The big animal had failed in two out of three attempts to satisfy his bestial lust. Fortunately he had at least succeeded with Pearl West. Both those two thwarted attempts with the lovely young Helen had left the huge German shepherd shaken and restless. Especially that last interrupted scene in the changing hut had been upsetting. When Gordon West had raised his arm as if to strike him and had raised his voice as well, Bounder had beat it out of there in seconds flat. That was one thing he never had to worry about with his mistress. Maybe she was old and fat but he almost always got satisfaction from her. And he knew she got satisfaction from him too. After all, there weren't too many men that came around for a sexual bout with Amelia Sampson... no matter how rich she was...
Feeling that things were getting a little heavy around the West household, the big animal decided to explore the neighborhood a little. Mrs. Sampson has a large yard on her estate but Bounder was rarely permitted outside the walls. This would be a good opportunity to see what was going on.
Bounder loped at an untiring pace, stopping her and there when an exotic scent caught his nostrils or a tree had to be visited. There were garbage cans along the lanes which demanded attention also, and it was nearby one of these that a perfumed smell assailed his acute sense of smell from an open window.
Beyond that opening where french windows swung ajar, Mandy Parr with a negligee thrown loosely around her was contemplating a long bath. She had just finished her glass of wine and was enjoying its euphoric effects while she thought more about her little plan for the evening at the West's barbecue, when the huge beast loomed up and through the opened window like something born of the delirium tremors!
Mandy might have screamed had she not lost her breath in choked fright. Instead, she began to back away... stumble backward would be accurate... until losing her balance she sat down heavily onto the thick white mg on the floor, her lush buttocks bouncing with a cushioning jar and her legs falling lewdly open into a frozen, unlady-like pose. Totally at a loss and on the verge of panic, the red-haired wife sat with her negligee more off than on her voluptuously curved nakedness, gaping at the ferocious looking four-legged intruder charging toward her vanity.
Raising up on his hind legs, the huge dog seemed to sniff the opened bottle of perfume and then apparently satisfied, he dropped down to face the stunned wife where she sat in her lurid, open-thighed position.
To Mandy's shocked amazement, the dog began to wag his tail in a friendly manner, and he moved toward her as if looking for a pal. The expression the big rounded brown eyes was anything but vicious, the stupefied wife decided as she found her first breath in long seconds. Nor did the animal seem the least bit shy when it moved right up between her opened legs and flicked a long friendly tongue out at her face. It was then that it registered with Mrs. Parr that this was the animal the West's were looking after for Amelia Sampson. The young beauty heaved a sigh of relief when she realized that this was a tame pet and not some wild dog.
"Bounder... that's your name isn't it, big boy... I must say that you certainly know how to make a dynamic entrance," Mandy managed in a hoarse whisper, reaching up carefully to stroke her hand over the sleek furry head. "Do you like my perfume... it that it?"
Bounder whimpered as she took hold of the tag dangling around his neck and read the name to be sure. Really he was a handsome animal, but she would just as soon have met him under less shocking circumstances.
"Okay, whatever it was, you made your point, Bounder," Mandy sighed, trying to press him gently back from between her legs. "Now if you'll just let me get back together... I'll go down to the kitchen to find you a bone or something... "
Her words dropped to an inaudible murmur as an unexpected sensation rippled through her; the huge animal had whimpered, dropped its head and begun to sniff at the naked mounds of her full white breasts. Before she could possibly imagine what he was up to, Bounder's hotly wet tongue flicked out to lick smoothly over the sensitive flesh, completely circling the half-erect rose-tipped nipple her left breast offered.
The startling contact caused Mandy to reflexively jerk back, her widening eyes bursting into a sparkle just as her tiny nipple budded into a full straining hardness.
"Hey," she said, half-smiling, "what kind of a lecherous dog are you, anyway?" she went on. "But you-might do it again if you really want to," consciously thrusting her nakedly upturned breasts forward, hardly expecting the animal to repeat the act.
But she didn't know Bounder! Of course, he did! Once more the length of warm pink tongue grazed wetly over the sensitively hardened nipple, and he kept licking at it, running his long wet tongue back and forth across the quivering nipple and setting her belly all atingle. She watched the long, thick length of tongue curl and lave over her jutting fleshy resilience, moving from one warmly quivering breast to the other and licking at their rounded undersides as well as through the deep cleft between!
Christ! It was totally unbelievable, to say nothing of the incredible sensations the lewd act was bringing her. Several times, she lost her breath as she watched the flexible ribbon of fluid tongue graze hotly over her bursting little nipples while her flushed breasts seemed to be swelling erotically right before her eyes. My Lord, this was ridiculous, but she didn't want him to stop... and now the inevitable simmering sensations were beginning to race through her belly and downward into her soft loins, causing the moisture from her feverish pussy-lips to begin its damp, lubricating flow.
Bounder snuffled furiously now, and he lowered his nose down between the splayed thighs of the red-haired wife. His long curling tongue snaked out and burrowed into the moistly steaming crevice of the distracted young woman's cuntal area.
"No... stop it... boy," Mandy cried, half-shocked at the lewdly wanton thrill his hotly slobbering tongue was imparting to her loins. "No... you mustn't... you mustn't do that," she protested, trying to push his head away from her exposed vaginal furrow.
"Bad dog! Stop... stop it right now!"
But Bounder resisted the feeble pressure of her hands and relentlessly licked at the exciting moisture flowing more copiously now from the warmly trembling pussy. "Nooo... oooooohhhhhh... noooo bad dog... nooooooooo... oooooooooooohh... stop... oooooohhhhhh," her voice trailed off as his tongue searched ever deeper into the hidden crevice up between her legs. Mandy's hands still clasped the sides of the dog's huge head, but now they were caressing rather than trying to push him away. The excited red-headed beauty spread her thighs wider apart to let his relentless tongue delve further into her wide open loins.
"Oooooohhhh... nnnoooooooooooo," she groaned lasciviously. She closed her eyes tight, imagining that it was Dick lavishing all these lascivious attentions on her trembling body... but no. Her husband's tongue was not nearly this long, it could never reach so far up into her yearning cunt.
Now, suddenly, the huge beast stopped his sweeping laps at her shuddering vaginal area. Now he was back licking at her tinglingly jutting breasts. "Oh god," she moaned, "noooooo... noooo... don't stop!" Bounder reared up, all at once and placing his forepaws on her shoulders, he pushed the helpless young wife flat onto her back. "What are you doing?" she cried out in sudden alarm. They she caught a glimpse of his long glistening red cock jutting out from its furry sheath close up to his belly. "Nooo... nooooo," the woman moaned. "Not that... you can't do that to me... bad boy!"
But as Bounder continued to lick frenziedly at her hardened nipples, Mandy gave up all resistance, relaxing against the soft carpet, still holding her thighs spread wide and sticking almost straight up into the air.
"Bad... bad boy... " she began to chant. "Come, come on now... bad doggy... stick it in... oh fuck me... fuck... fuck me... hurry!"
Bounder was now poised over her, still running his hot tongue maddeningly over her responsive nipples. He hunched forward several times, but his dripping, hard cock brushed empty air. The excited woman could see that he was going to need help. She realized that he probably wasn't used to missionary position... he probably prefers it dog style, she chuckled to herself. "Sorry old boy... you're just going to have to make a few adjustments," she told him. Mandy reached up to the bed and dragged one of the heavy goose down pillows onto the floor and positioned it under her upraised buttocks, and then she leaned back and lay full length on the floor while she tried to guide the frantic dog into her.
It took several tries, and she finally had to reach under his belly and grab ahold of his wetly throbbing cock and guide it by hand into her hungrily trembling pussy. As she felt the thick shaft ramming into her, she groaned aloud. "Oh my god," she moaned. She could feel every hot inch of that rampant dog cock plunging in and out of her steaming cunt. And, even before his thick animal cock went all the way into her throbbing depths, Bounder began fucking back and forth furiously. On each inward lunge, she could feel the furry sac of his testicles thumping lewdly against the exposed rosebud of her tiny anus. And all the while the panting excited animal lapped lustily at her upthrust nipples, curling his long simmering tongue around them and bathing them with his warmly sticky saliva.
Unable to control herself, the spreadeagled red-head began to hump back in frenzied response to each of his furious lunges. "Yes... oh yes... oh you brute... do it to meeeeeeeeeeee!" she crooned deliriously. She could feel the beginning spasm of her approaching orgasm rumbling up out of her tautened abdomen like an oncoming thunderstorm, and just as the first streak of lightning crashed shatteringly through her loins, she felt the molten outpouring of her canine lover's spurting sperm.
"Bounder... ahhhhhhhhhhhh," she shrieked in mind-boggling passion. "Oh... you bad dog... you're... making me... cccccccccuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm! " The rampaging dog continued to fuck into her wildly exploding cunt, his haunches now slamming spastically into her exposed vaginal area with all his strength until he finally whimperingly fell away from her, dragging his deflating penis from her trembling orifice. The red-haired wife let her legs drop aback to the floor like dead weights, and she lay flat on her back, panting and moaning for several minutes before she found her reason beginning to return to her, slowly... slowly.
"My god," the distraught young redheaded wife gasped, "what the hell happened!" One minute she was sitting at her dressing table enjoying a glass of good wine, preparing to take a leisurely bath... and the next thing, all hell broke loose! She looked over toward Bounder who was sitting on his haunches looking at her, panting and hesitantly wagging his tail. And Jesus Christ! He was smiling at her! She would swear that the fucking dog was grinning from ear to ear! The beautiful German shepherd was actually winking at her as if they shared some wonderful secret.
CHAPTER EIGHT
If there was one thing that Pearl had learned in her short marriage to Gordon West was that she usually shopped as if an army were coming to dinner. In their New York penthouse, Pearl was used to unexpected guests. She kept an ample supply of goodies in their freezer so that the cook wouldn't have a nervous breakdown when she found out that there were going to be ten for dinner instead of four. The call from Mandy Parr had not perturbed Pearl in the least. The cook would just have to make a larger salad and they had plenty of steak marinating in the kitchen. The extra guests would be fun. Not an imposition at all. The only addition she made to her marinade sauce was to add another bottle of brandy. The recipe for her sauce was an unusual one but made the meat almost melt in your mouth.
The evening was warm and without a trace of a breeze. Helen and Pearl set an elegant table out on the patio while Gordon prepared the barbecue. Pearl had hurriedly called the florist in town to have some of his hothouse orchids delivered for table decorations. They turned on the colored lights around the pool and the reflection of the sparkling lights on the water made a very festive atmosphere.
Within a short time, all the guests had arrived and were standing around sipping on their drinks and mouthing trivial phrases about the life in Montauk, fashions, weather and other items of small talk.
The one topic the Parr's avoided was the subject of wife-swapping which was uppermost in their minds. But the timing was not right. If it was going to happen, it would. You couldn't force something like that. You had to find the lay of the land first.
Brian stood off to the side by himself, nursing his drink and staring vacantly into space while he muttered under his breath, "I know the folks are planning to put it to the West's tonight. I wonder if I'll be able to get into that juicy little cunt of Helen's?" He stood musing for a long time wondering if he would dare make another move.
Helen, dressed in a white halter top and a pair of white short shorts that only partially concealed her nubile buttocks, mingled with the guest, getting drinks for her parent's guests and generally acting as a young hostess for her mother. Gordon West found himself more than once, staring almost hypnotically at the rhythmical sway of his step-daughter's ass-cheeks as she wandered among the guests. Dick Parr too, found his eyes glued on those two enticingly undulating half-moons, and he unfortunately was just taking a large gulp of his drink when she bent over to pick up a glass she had dropped on the grass, so that the entire cock-hardening expanse of her derriere was suddenly exposed to his breathless gaze... covered only by the scantiest of extremely sheer panties. He gagged on his drink and folded over in a traumatic coughing spell that spilled the rest of his drink all over the lawn.
His son, Brian, had not missed the girl's exposed loins, either. His cock lurched and his resolve to try and fuck through that precious maidenhead of hers tonight became stronger.
Finally, the party sat down to eat the delicious barbecued steaks. More wine flowed. Talk became more racy. Heads became a little woozy. Defenses were knocked down and laughter became more raucous.
Mandy had taken Gordon West's arm and was walking around the garden with him and nobody seemed to mind, least of all her husband. Dick found that he had an enormous hard on, and every time he ran his hand over one of Pearl West's softly rounded breasts, his cock jumped and throbbed inside his tightly confining pants.
Brian, meanwhile, was not idle, either. He had virtually dragged the teenage blonde off under a tree in the garden and she was seated on his lap, feeling his hard cock throbbing fiercely through his pants against her own soft buttocks, while he ran his tongue lovingly over the erected little nipple of one of her satin-smooth breasts which he had exposed by pulling down the tie of her halter top.
In the middle of all the sexual coupling, the doorbell rang. "Now I wonder who that could be?" Pearl pondered aloud, "you didn't invite someone else without telling me about it, did you Gordon?"
Gordon called a negative reply from across the garden and the bell rang again. "I'll get it dear," he called again.
Gordon as had everyone else had consumed a great quantity of alcohol. He found himself unable to get rid of the silly grin on his face. Even when he opened the door and found Don Sanderson standing there in all his pudgy, red-faced determination.
"Oh... Don," he blurted out.
"Yes... it's me... I've been trying to get hold of you for several days now to talk about a little proposition... " the perspiring real estate broker started out.
"Well, Don... it's not the time... we're having a party now... come on out... have some drinks... a steak... there's plenty of food left... we can talk about whatever is, later... "
The pudgy red-faced man never one to miss a free meal agreed instantly. He followed the handsome landowner out to the rear of the house... pleased that he was finally going to get his chance to talk about the sale of this property which he knew would bring him a very healthy commission.
Gordon led the fat man who was still wearing his rumpled white suit through the spacious mansion. The handsome husband wisely took Sanderson straight over to the table where he got him a plate and watching smiling as the chubby man stacked his plate to the brim.
"Let me get you a drink, Don... we've got quite a head start on you."
"Fine, Gordon... make it a stiff one."
"Oh, Mr. Sanderson," Mandy Parr giggled coyly, "that's what we're all looking for... good stiff ones." She sidled up to him half-drunkenly and poked him sharply in the ribs with her elbow, unable to resist the temptation. Her remark sent Gordon and the rest of the people into gales of uncontrollable laughter, for it was a joke around Montauk that Donald Sanderson was probably a virgin. The fat man was so uptight about any reference to sex that it made people go out of their way to tell him filthy jokes and make obscene references. "You better watch what you're saying, Mandy," Gordon West amused, his face wrinkling into a lewd mask of salaciousness. "You might just get it!" The host then went off into a fit of laughter seeing the look of horror on Sanderson's face as he continued stuffing his face with food.
Sanderson took out his handkerchief and mopped his dripping brow. God almighty... did these people have no shame?
But by the time Sanderson had finished devouring his third helpings of everything and refreshed himself with several more strong drinks, he found himself beginning to think that maybe these people weren't so disgusting after all. Ordinarily, the real estate agent would have found this behaviour outrageous... and he'd have been quick to voice his opinion. But, this hot summer evening, somehow, what did it matter? It all seemed so harmless, after all... these were quality people. Moneyed people! A state Don Sanderson had always aspired to... He found himself voyeuristically gazing around the garden at the couples who now seemed to have resumed the places they were in before his unexpected arrival.
Now, there were certainly some fine looking young bodies gathered here tonight, he decided, his own face wrinkling up into a silly lewd grin. He just couldn't seem to hold on to that stern, business-like grimace that he had worked so hard for years to glue onto his pudgy face. None of it seemed to matter... he guessed he was just going to have to get his jollies by watching... it wouldn't be the first time...
Gordon West didn't know when he'd ever had a more sexually stimulating day. First that thing with his own stepdaughter and now... He finally caught up with Mandy Parr, and he threw his arms around her from the rear, cuddling one of her maturely ripe breasts in the palm of each hand, while, at the same time, he pressed the full length of his hardened cock up against the crevice of her fully rounded ass-cheeks.
"Oh, Gordon," the lithe red-haired wife cried in mock protest. "Whatever will your new bride say?"
"You know... I never thought of asking her," the suave man exclaimed, totally unruffled by the question. They both laughed at his retort, but, nevertheless, each of them surreptitiously glanced around guiltily. The handsome steel executive kept his hands clasped over her wildly trembling breast, though... nor did he remove the throbbing shaft of his rampant penis from the warmly protective crevice of her buttocks.
Almost at the same time, their muddled vision focused on the raven-haired wife of West. She was lying flat on her back on the ground with her skirt pulled up across her belly and the top of her dress folded down under her naked breasts. On top of her, with his face hidden in between her outspread thighs and his tongue flickering like heat lightning along her nakedly exposed cunt, was Dick Parr. His pants and shorts had been removed, and both the almost newly married husband and Parr's red-haired wife could barely make out the full length of his turgid cock as it pumped in and out of the sucking mouth of the helplessly prone woman beneath him. They could see her full cheeks ballooning out and sucking in alternately as she fairly devoured the skewering shaft plunging in and out of her fast-working mouth.
"I don't think we have to ask how Pearl responds to all this... she's cool!" Gordon mumbled happily.
"No," his partner giggled in reply. "She seems to fit into Montauk society very well." The couple started to laugh at the "in" joke. It was common knowledge in the area that swapping was the favorite sport among the wealthy couples. When they eventually recovered from their bout of laughter they found that they'd both dropped to the grass with the young husband's bony hands still clasped firmly on each of her firmly resilient breasts, and she was not sitting on his lap and wriggling unconsciously down onto the thickened rod of his fully erected penis.
In moments and with a few minor adjustments of position West had removed his pants and undershorts and the red-haired woman was totally naked. Mandy lay back on the grass and reached over to where Gordon was still sitting. His cock was standing up rigidly, jutting out from his loins. Her hand moved to it and she began pumping and squeezing at it rhythmically, emitting low moans in time to her efforts. She could hear the older man's breathing increasing in tempo until he was panting with excitement. The thought crossed the mind of the prone woman that perhaps now was the time to tell Gordon how much she had waited for this moment. All the years of uncertainty when he had been their bachelor neighbor and she had wanted to ask him to join their frequent swinging parties with the other social set in Montauk.
But it was precisely at that moment that the handsome neighbor leaned over her and ran his hands passionately over the upthrust breasts. "Oooooohhh... Gordon... " she moaned as she felt his fingers gently caressing the erected cones of her tingling brown nipples. And a moment later, one of his hands trailed down the satin-smooth skin of her rounded belly and buried itself in the steaming furrow of her cunt.
"Aaaaaauuuuuuuuuggghhhhhh," she groaned salaciously, spreading her thighs wide apart. "Oooooohhh... Jesus... Gordon... don't stop." Her thoughts of telling him how long she had waited for his lovemaking vanished. It was happening now! Wasn't that enough?
"Yes... yes... " she moaned, writhing up toward his probing middle finger as it wormed its way lewdly into her moistly pulsing crevice, parting the soft lips and centering momentarily on the tingling nub of her clitoris. Mandy whimpered pleadingly at the electrifying tough... all thought of her earlier demand about her husband's laziness in following up on things. She had managed it on her own, hadn't she. At least, she was in Gordon's arms!
The sensual redhead continued to pump automatically at the other man's throbbing shaft of flesh as she ran the tips of her fingers over the spongy mushroom-like head, smearing the sticky drop of pre-ejaculatory fluid around her fingers and spreading it across the burning expanse of his cockhead.
"Jesus... Mandy," Gordon blurted, clenching his eyes tightly shut and arching his back to relieve the excruciating pressure intensifying at a terrible pace inside his tautly trembling balls. He meant to tell her that if she kept that up he was going to cum, but his throat was dry and rasping, and he couldn't seem to get the words out. Instead, he reached down and pulled her hand away from his hotly straining cock and sat back on his haunches for a brief moment until the thundering pressure in his loins abated a little. The cool evening air struck the hotly rampant shaft of his turgid cock where her scorching hands clutched it. "Unnnnnnggggggggghhhhhh," the overheated man moaned in anguish. The relative cool of the air helped dissipate the almost overpowering urgency in his loins.
When he was finally able to move again, he got to his knees and bent over the prostrate woman. He could feel the waves of salacious heat sweeping out from her molten cuntal area and blasting against his blood-swollen cock. His rigid thickness began to jerk spasmodically in response. Quickly, he reached under her thighs and lifted them high up into the air, and then he plunged forward, aiming his spear-like cock toward the bubbling volcanic center of that intense heat. The bulbous head of his dripping cock grazed the moistly smooth surface of her pussy lips and, in one stalwart thrust, it buried itself deep into the molten confines of her clutching vaginal passage.
The handsome man flattened his naked body full length against the warmly welcoming pillow of the beautiful young red-haired neighbor.
"Jesus... Mandeeeeeeeeeeee," he groaned as he felt the searing contact of her eager pussy enfolding the full length of his iron-hard cock in a hotly pulsating glove of hungry flesh.
"Gordon... " Mandy moaned, "Your cock is fantastic... just like I knew it would be... " Every rippled nerve end of her trembling cunt was being massaged by the thick invading rod of penetrating flesh.
The couple of adulterers lay still for a moment, wallowing in the blazing holocaust of their ravenous passion. But, quietly, as they lay together, they could not keep their genitals from trembling and pulsing. His turgid cock jerked spasmodically, and her clasping pussy responded by squeezing back each time. Within seconds, the handsome executive began a tentative, hesitant rocking movement, edging back a bare inch and plunging convulsively forward again into her rippling wet heat, ramming hard against the back wall of her fevered womb.
"Lordie... " the red-haired wife muttered unthinkingly, "you're even better than I dreamed."
Meanwhile, the fat real estate man sat at the table his appetite for food satiated but with a growing sexual appetite that was threatening to rip his baggy pants right down the middle. The voyeuristic uninvited guest just leered out at the incredible spectacle of these quality people not knowing just which couple to watch next.
A short distance from Sanderson, Gordon's raven-haired new wife remained sprawled flat on her back on the grass, sucking ravenously on the skewering cock of her daughter's boyfriend's father. Dick, for his part, had his face buried in the torridly pulsing valley of Pearl's honeyed sweet cunt. His mouth was gaped wide to its fullest extent so that his lips were flattened against the warmly moist inner flesh of her splayed vaginal lips and her pussy hair tickled his chin. The handsome rich man plunged his searching tongue deep into the molten recesses of the other woman's eagerly responding cunt, and his rough shaven chin rasped in an almost unbearably excruciating manner across the sensitive tip of her throbbing clitoris.
Only a part of the attention of the dark-haired wife's mind was focused on these lascivious titillations; the rest of her awareness was riveted on the mouth-cramming cock which was plunging in and out of her ovaled mouth at such a fearsome rate. One of her hands was cradled under the swollen sac of his hairy balls, caressing and squeezing them rhythmically with each thrust of his rapacious member. The other hand was pressed against the solid mound of his buttocks, her fingers digging in and pulling his loins down toward her greedy lips. God! She had always wanted to experience this... always... and always had been afraid before.
Dick Parr's hammering cock was pounding furiously at the back of her throat, its bludgeoned head ramming relentlessly against her clasping throat muscles, and then pulling back as he caressed the swollen shaft with the rose-petal softness of her scorching lips, only to ram back frantically into the welcoming depths of her fiercely sucking mouth. She worked mindlessly, running her smooth rasping tongue around the exposed bulbous head of his invading member.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... oooooohhhh," she muttered, reveling in the twin sensations of the mouth-cramming cock and the multiple titillations of the face grinding furiously against her pussy. "This is much better than Bounder," she said inaudibly.
Suddenly, the subject of the two lasciviously working women's attentions came bounding into the yard. He had continued his meanderings around the neighborhood after his amazing lust-filled time with Mandy Parr. He had slept for a little while, but then he decided he needed some company, and he naturally headed toward the backyard where he could hear the sounds that humans make. The insatiable dog felt like he could use a little loving too!
Bounder first looked at Gordon West and the spread-eagled red-haired woman beneath him. He sniffed the familiar odor of feminine passion coming from all different directions in the yard, and it excited him, but before he could decide what to do about it, his keen eyes caught sight of the intertwined bodies of Pearl and another man. He moved closer and snuffed hungrily at the stimulating aroma of their lascivious labors. His moistly reddened dog-cock began to spring lustily from its protective sheath, and he began to whine quietly.
But, suddenly, he caught sight of still another couple, and he hurried over to investigate. Brian and Helen had not been just twiddling their thumbs while the rest of the party were venting their passionate desires on each other. Both the teenage rich boy and the younger blonde teenaged nymphet had divested themselves of every stitch of clothing. As soon as they were completely naked, Brian had pulled the beautiful virgin on top of him, kissing her passionately and forcing his thickly wet tongue between the softly smooth lips of her welcoming mouth. Her own tongue met his in a thrilling contest of jabbing and curling that left them both panting and gasping for breath.
Brian's strong arms were around Helen's back, and he pulled her naked young body down to him, crushing her firmly jutting breasts to his muscular chest. The full mounds of softly smooth flesh flattened against him, and her half-erected nipples jabbed at the rougher surface of his chest, sending little shivers of delight careening through her eagerly kindling loins. The massive length of his youthful raging cock was thrust up against the gentle mound of her innocent abdomen, impressing its awful hardness into her softly welcoming flesh.
Without thinking about it, Helen spread her thighs, letting her legs slide slowly down to the outside of his long slender flanks. Now, she could feel the hot sac of his sperm-laden balls pressing up against her moistened pussy lips, the coarse hairs tickling salaciously against the sensitively pulsing crevice of her smoldering young cunt. "Ooooooohhh... god... Brian," she sighed.
"You like it don't you-?" he panted, sticking his saliva-moistened tongue into her ear and tracing the delicate ridges. "You're really ready for it?... aren't you?"
"God help me... yesssssssssssss," she hissed, and she found her hips inching forward slowly, rubbing against the hotly rigid pole of his cock, moving back and forth against it. And slowly, she raised herself up so that she was sitting on his stomach, her pussy lips spread open and the inner surfaces shoved flat against the extended length of his rigid young cock. Then she leaned down and whispered hesitantly into his ear, "I do want it!" Brian's whole youthful body reacted to that quiet announcement with a pulsating upthrust, and he almost shouted in her ear with joy. "Wow, babeeeeeeeeee," he cried, and crushed her in his arms.
"Do you mind that I'm a virgin?" she asked coyly, knowing very well that he was almost delirious with enthusiasm, but she wanted to hear him say it. After all, virginity is a thing you only have once. Once gone, there's no second offering. It was, she decided, a decisive moment in her life, and she wanted to savor every precious moment of it!
The husky youth hugged her tightly to him until she was gasping for breath. He rolled from side to side, hugging her and planting kiss after kiss all over her face and neck, and he paused a brief moment to nibble excitedly on one of her extended little nipples, nipping it gently with his teeth. "Oh, sweet baby, you'll never regret it," he assured her. "I'll make this the greatest for you!"
Helen smiled delightedly to herself. Men were so silly and immature about these things. She wondered what Brian would say if she told him that she been ass-fucked by her stepfather this afternoon after she had told Brian to leave by the pool... Oh, well, that's over with... I'll never do it with him again... nor with Bounder, either... at least, I don't think so...
The promiscuous fourteen year old blonde reached down between her trembling thighs then, and her hand curled lovingly around the hot turgid shaft of his penis, its surface smeared with the sticky secretions from her own passion-drenched pussy. She moved back a couple of inches and squatted down across his thighs as she lifted his iron-hard member, pulling it straight up from his loins, then she lifted her eager young body until her soft warm pussy lips just caressed the bulbous head of the boy's cock. She worked the spongy cock-head back and forth at the virginal entrance of her cunt, moistening it with the copious flow from her wetly palpitating pussy. Then she pushed his lust-swollen cock-head into the tightly gripping mouth of her virginal orifice, and slowly, a centimeter at a time... and all the while holding her breath... she began to torturously lower her nakedly tensed young body down onto his throbbing shaft of rigid flesh.
It was at precisely that moment that Bounder appeared on the scene. He had already investigated the other two couples, occupied with their salacious activities, and now he came over to check out these two. Even before he got close to them, he could tell by the provocative odors that they were tremendously aroused. He trotted up to them just as Helen was beginning to lower herself apprehensively onto the upthrust pole of Brian's shuddering cock. The big dog was so overjoyed at seeing the teenaged blonde again that he was on her with one leap. He reared up and came down with both forepaws on her shoulders with all his weight.
The shocked youngster immediately lost all her careful control over her determined descent, and she plunged down with one fearful lunge until her hotly gushing pussy was resting flat against the mesh of curly pubic hair at the base of the boy's towering cock. Helen let out one long protesting wail of frustrated anguish as the searing shock of the fierce penetration ripped away all trace of her carefully preserved virginity. The force of her sudden downward plunge knocked the breath out of the boy beneath her so that he half-doubled up in dumbfounded pain. "What...?" he grunted holding his belly protectively in disbelief.
And then Brian caught sight of Bounder standing behind her, wagging his tail and cocking his head to one side, wondering what all the commotion was about, the teenage boy immediately understood what was going on! He took Helen in his arms tightly and began to soothe her with soft kisses and gentle murmurings. In just a few minutes, they both became aware once more that, whatever else had happened, his blood-swollen cock was still firmly ensconced to its fullest extent inside the tightly clasping confines of her sensually awakening cunt. The realization on his part caused his invading member to jerk spasmodically, but so tightly was her never-before-entered cunt clamping solidly around every inch of his cock, that it barely moved.
The slight movement that his cock made and the added pressure that it exerted against the moist ridges of her sensitive pussy caused the distraught blonde to moan, half in anguish and half in pleasure. 'Ooooooohhhhhh," she moaned...
"Brian... you're so... big... too big!"
"And you're so fucking tight... uuunnnnnnggghhh," Brian groaned, gritting his teeth and thrusting upward.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh," she groaned, and then she started to feel a warm, radiating wisp of pleasure emanating from the head of his skewering cock. "Mmmmmmmmm... uuuuuummmmmmmmmmmm," she purred, and she wiggled her hips experimentally, only to receive another faint twinge of pleasure pulsing outward from her trembling cunt. Within moments, she was raising up and lowering herself rhythmically, each time generating another, more intensely building spasm of excruciating pleasure, which spread further and further from the impaled cavern of her cunt til it began to sweep over her entire body in rippling shocks of blazing ecstasy.
Bounder, meanwhile, sat by for several minutes until the ruckus he had caused died down. Then he stood up and once more began sniffing around the exposed loins of his two youthful friends. Suddenly, his nose found the tiny rosebud of the blonde-haired teenager's anus, nestling between her parted ass-cheeks. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh," she winced as his cold nose brushed against that tender part of her already abused anatomy. She tried to pull away, but she couldn't move because she was impaled so firmly on her young lover's turgid cock. The dog hesitantly brought his long moist tongue out and began to lick assiduously at the puckered little opening.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Helen sighed once more. That did feel good! Her rear-end was still sore from the salacious fucking she had gotten from her stepfather only a few hours earlier, but the hot wetness of Bounder's eager tongue soothed the raw spot and began sending lascivious thrill of forbidden pleasure spinning off to meet the blazing waves of excitement spewing outward from her cuntal area.
But now Bounder wanted more than just to lick. He climbed up on the back of the fourteen year old girl, placing his forepaws across her shoulders once again, and he humped his haunches frantically against her spread buttocks. The wet red shaft of his excited cock was jutting out along his belly, and he was trying desperately to plant it in some nice, warm hole.
The almost delirious teenaged blonde was vaguely aware of the pounding against her soft buttocks, but she didn't give it any thought, so intent she was on what was happening in her throbbing cunt. It was not until one of Bounder's random lunges succeeded and his long tapering cock suddenly plunged directly into her still raw anal opening, that the girl awoke to what was really happening back there.
"No... Bounder... no," she suddenly protested, reaching back to try to dislodge the rapacious animal from her rectum. But it was already too late; his heatedly moistened penis was plunging up to its fullest length, deep up into the warm buttery confines of her so-recently plundered anal passage. "Aaaaaauuuuuunnnnnnggggggggg," the tortured girl groaned.
Don Sanderson's eyes almost bugged out from his piggy sockets. Jesus! Even that kid was getting fucked... and she was getting fucked in the ass by a dog as well as by that teenage brat, Brian Parr. The fat man was perspiring profusely by this time and he didn't know what he was going to do about his rampaging prick... he was almost beside himself with lust.
Poor Helen! Nothing she could do helped in the slightest to dislodge the determined animal, and she finally gave up and began to relax a little. As soon as she stopped struggling the rawness within her rectum seemed to disappear miraculously and gave way to little pulsing spasms of delight. She was being fucked by two cocks at the same time! It was so wicked! And abruptly, she realized, she was beginning to build up to a frenzied orgasm. She was helplessly impaled from both sides now. Brian's blood-swollen cock skewering into her wildly throbbing pussy, and now, the big dog's rampant pole of animal flesh plunging in and out of her rectal channel. The two raging cocks seemed almost to be rubbing against each other inside of her... both of them ramming far up into her quivering belly.
The utter depravity of her position, the fire of her passion, and she felt the lightning-like shocks of ecstasy streaking wildly throughout her body as finally she dissolved into a shuddering orgasm that seemed to go on and on forever. At the same moment, the huge dog shot his sputtering dog cum in searing spurts far up into the depths of her bowels, and at almost the same moment, Brian convulsed in an explosion of wild intensity.
"Aaaaaaaauuuuuuuugggggghhh," the beautiful blond fourteen year old virgin cried out, "I'm... ccccuuuuuuuuu... ccccccuuuuuuuuu-mmmmmm-mmmiiiiiinnnnnngggggg! " Brian yelled in excruciating pleasure.
Bounder too added his own whimpering yowl to their combined screams.
Everyone was so busy screaming out their orgasmic joy that they failed to hear the doorbell.
"I can't wait to have Bounder back," Amelia Sampson was saying to herself as she stood on the front porch of the West's home ringing the bell. "I'm so glad my daughter got better... thank god... tonight I'll be with my dog."
"What's keeping these people... the lights are all on... they must be home... maybe they didn't hear the bell... she rang it again, insistently this time... nothing happened...
"Well, I'm going around the back to investigate," she said aloud. Still panting from her walk up the West's long drive, she hitched up her skirts and trudged around the back of the house to the pool area. When she saw the salacious spectacle she almost had a coronary attack on the spot! But the panting woman didn't have time to react to anything! In a brief moment the lust-maddened corpulent form of Don Sanderson was upon her.
"Oh, Amelia... forgive me... I can't help myself... I'm crazy about you," he panted furiously as he pushed her to the ground and hoisted up her skirts while at the same time removing his constricting trousers.
The fat widow woman lay back on the grass. It had been years... !
At the same time, across the garden, Gordon West gasped out his own agonizing cry of triumph. "I'm... uuuuuuhhh... just... Mandeeeeeeeeeeee... here I... cum...!"
And beneath him, the lovely redheaded wife screamed out, adding her cries to the din, "Oh darling you're making me cum... toooooooooooo."
Elsewhere in the garden of the estate, both Pearl and Dick reached their respective orgasms. Dick spluttered and panted into the moistened depths of the cunt he was literally devouring, but he moaned in a loud wailing tone, "uuuuuummmmmmmmm... and Gordon West's ravishing dark-haired wife choked and gasped as the violently shuddering cock in her mouth spewed forth its heated load of cum which she swallowed greedily, at the same time moaning out the excited pleasure of her own blinding orgasm.
Everyone was so happy where their new partners that it was much later that they all collapsed in gales of laughter when they saw the two twitching masses of blubber rutting like pigs in a barnyard in oblivious ecstasy. It was doubtful that Amelia Sampson would need the attentions of her loving Bounder except as supplemental diversion!
