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CR2005-The Widow's Companion

Chapter 1

Dominique Carter placed the highball in the hand of the buxom blonde 
thirteen year old and stepped back, her deep green eyes smiling felinely.

"Go on, dear, there's no harm in it," she coaxed.  "It's just a little 
highball."

But Ellen Winthrop, whose father had died nine months previous after an 
acute bout with alcoholism, shook her pretty head firmly.  Her satiny soft 
long blonde hair flew attractively around her perfectly oval youthful face.  
The long dark lashes over her sparkling, innocent blue eyes fluttered as 
she refused, saying, "Oh, but I couldn't, Mrs. Carter.  My mother wouldn't 
permit it."

Dominique smiled indulgently and took the glass from her again.  She shook 
out her long red hair and said sweetly, "Well, that's right, dear.  You 
should always do what your mother tells you."  Damnit, a small voice 
whispered inside her head.

Not that this terrible primness didn't make their lovely young neighbor all 
the more intoxicating company.  At times Dominique suspected that it was 
this very naivete that was driving herself and her husband Maxwell so wild 
with anticipation.  Ellen was so unremittingly good that Maxwell was really 
going out of his mind for her, and Handsome, their big German shepherd was 
as well.  Handsome sniffed around the sweet over-developed teenager to an 
extent which even made Dominique not a little jealous.  But if the 
anticipation was excruciating, so also was their fierce desire to get some 
good movies of Ellen misbehaving.  She was the most gorgeous little piece 
of femininity and perfection they had run into in a long time, and any film 
footage they could get of her would sell like hotcakes, literally.  Men 
always liked performers who were busty with long blonde hair, for some 
reason, and in addition there was the incentive of Ellen's healthy nubile 
youth, which was considerable.

At only thirteen she was rounded and developed with curves that any 
eighteen year old would have been proud of.  Her large, gravity-defying 
breasts -- which she appeared to be somewhat uncomfortable about -- were 
positively mouth-watering, to hear Maxwell tell it, and she knew that 
Handsome wanted to lap them as well.  In addition, the child had almost no 
waist -- which then flared out into opulent hourglass hips just born for 
sex.  And then there were those long, long legs tapering into tiny ankles 
and dainty feet.  Ellen had been put together like a human aphrodisiac.  No 
doubt she towered over her teacher in grammar school as well.  She was 
probably the most striking thing her teachers had ever seen.

Dominique sighed and sipped her highball.  The entire affair had become all 
too frustrating.  They hadn't had any of this delay and difficulty with 
their other conquests.  It hadn't taken too long for most of them to fall 
for Handsome, that rugged, demanding beast, or at the very least for her 
handsome husband Maxwell.  And most of them had been teenagers as well, 
usually neighborhood girls of good background who they were eventually able 
to get liquored up enough so that they totally lost their heads and could 
be seduced readily into performing for Midwest Motion Pictures, 
Incorporated.

They, too, had had long hair of varying shades, and voluptuous physiques, 
which was why they had been chosen.  The Carters' customers liked 
especially well these pert and clean-cut, fresh-looking youngsters.  Their 
innocent wholesomeness appeared to be more thrilling than the blatant 
sensuality of the average actress who was willing to do sex scenes for pay.  
Which was why she and Maxwell always went to the lengthy trouble of these 
elaborate seductions.  Their customers paid more for girls of obvious 
gentility, virginity, purity, and refinement.

Except that Ellen now had them stymied.  Five months of plying her with 
bon-bons, long trips in their wire-wheeled custom-made Lamborghini 
motorcar, flights in their private plane, pretty little gifts of 
bewildering variety and so-on, nothing had served in the slightest to 
unbend the gorgeous voluptuous blonde teenager's legs from the way they 
crossed so elegantly over her golden -- and no doubt virginal -- pussy-
slit.  Dominique could sigh indeed.  They already had a lengthy investment 
in this luscious child of nature.  It was going to be difficult to write 
her off as a bad job.  Money didn't grow on trees.

"Are you ready out there?" came Maxwell's deep voice from in back of their 
private motion picture screen, which had descended smoothly and silently 
from its hidden recess in the ceiling of the Carters' living room.

"We are lover," Dominique called back.  "Fire away."

"Here we go."

Suddenly the sound came up at the same time as the picture, the house 
lights dimmed, and they were looking at the opening reel of "Straw Dogs."

The Carters had their own motion picture facilities at home, of course, and 
quite elaborate ones they were.  They were also a means of impressing young 
impressionables, for they always showed the latest Hollywood films as well, 
often before these were showing in legitimate movie houses.  Most of them 
were pirated jobs, but the innocent young girls who made it a point to 
visit the Carters didn't know this.  They just assumed that the Carters 
were impossibly rich and influential, and that all the big studios sent 
them prints of their films as a matter of course.

Ellen sat back, her legs still sweetly crossed.  Her long blonde hair had 
fluffed in back of the couch she was sitting on.  There was no denying she 
was impressed by the Carters.  In the five months since her widowed mother 
and herself had moved to Kenilworth, intent on putting out of their minds 
the unfortunate demise of her adored father, the Carters had gone out of 
their way to help them forget.  They took her mother and herself on little 
shopping trips, and sent them presents, took them out to dinner, and so on.  
They were the most generous people Ellen had ever known.

Dominique Carter squeezed her slender smooth hand and Ellen blushed.  In 
recent months Mrs. Carter had been more of a mother to her than her own 
mother almost, and the amount of time the Carters seemed to spend on her 
was really amazing.  She had never known people could be so sweet and 
thoughtful, and without any consideration for themselves.  Mr. Carter had 
even offered her a chance to take the controls of his private plane, 
although, of course, she had refused.  What a great deal of money they must 
have to be able to afford such gestures!  And the way they were always 
talking about their vacations in Bermuda, Rio de Janeiro, Sun Valley, 
Mallorca, St. Moritz, Paris, Monte Carlo, the French Riviera, Hollywood, 
Palm Beach, and the Far East!  Apparently they had the money to be able to 
afford to go anywhere and do anything.

She didn't suppose that she would ever be that rich.  Her father's 
insurance had left just enough to leave them comfortably well off, and when 
her mother had sold their house in Winnetka (her big old house, with the 
big playroom and nursery she had grown up in, and which she loved so well) 
they had bought their smaller, but more luxurious, bungalow down the street 
from the Carters, shaded by tall oaks and with an immense backyard perfect 
for sunning.  It was just such a sunny day when they had first run into the 
Carters, who had come walking through the alley with Handsome on a leash, 
and then stopped to say hello and have some idle chatter.

Ellen had been impressed with them from the very first.  Maxwell Carter had 
seemed so impossibly urbane and worldly, with his wavy black hair and the 
handmade pipe he was forever lighting.  He dressed with rugged lavishness, 
expensively, so that he looked not so much the workman as the wealthy 
outdoors-man.  He used a great deal of leather and suede in his apparel, 
and it was always finely cut and usually brand new.  Everything he wore 
looked custom made just for him -- from the belted Austrian hunting jackets 
to his Charles III buckled boots.  He was mature, worldly, sophisticated.  
Dominique Carter was a lucky woman.

And their wealth, while obvious, was always in good taste in a similar 
vein.  In addition to their white Cadillac convertible they also kept the 
classic Lamborghini, a Rolls-Royce, and a battered old Ford station wagon.  
While Mrs. Carter, in addition to her minks, also wore leopard and silver 
fox with some frequency.  Her clothes were beautiful and in good taste.  
Everything seemed to be an original from somewhere or other, or ready-made 
from Saks or Marshall Field.  "Oh, just some little thing Christian Dior 
made up for me, darling," Dominique Carter would say casually.  "He's such 
a dear."

Now as she sat on the couch in front of the movie screen, Mrs. Carter's 
hand slipped casually out of hers and rested just as casually on Ellen's 
full firm thigh.  Ellen didn't mind.  Dominique was like a secondary mother 
to her, or a fairy aunt.  And she was a perfectly normal girl in that her 
primitive, vague and immature yearnings were oriented only towards the male 
sex.  At the tender age of thirteen, while of womanly proportions already, 
Ellen still knew nothing at all of lesbianism, and scarcely much more about 
ordinary sex.

The innocent young girl glanced across at Maxwell Carter, who was sitting 
sidewise across from them, on the other long black leather couch, 
apparently deep in thought, his usual urbane and distant self as the motion 
pictured droned on.

But why had they picked her upon which to lavish all this attention and 
praise?  Dominique Carter was constantly buying her "some little thing;" 
her mother didn't seem to mind.  Perhaps it was all due to the fact that 
the Carters had no children of their own.

But that didn't seem quite right, either.  Dominique Carter was certainly 
young enough to have children, even though she was too svelte and 
sophisticated to seem exactly the motherly type.  And with a gorgeous 
statuesque figure like hers, Ellen imagined that her husband probably found 
no end of excuse to do with her what it was that men did with women for the 
purpose of impregnating them.  She certainly could not believe that the 
Carters were anything less than normal.  Mr. Carter's virility was a 
palpable flavor in the air, while Dominique had an aura of such worldly 
sensuality that Ellen only hoped that some day she could equal that 
masterful air of feminine confidence which suffused everything Dominique 
did.  If only ...

"Look at this," Maxwell whispered across to them.  Handsome stepped over to 
Ellen and laid his furry snout in her lap, gazing up at her with what 
appeared to be adoring eyes.  It was not in her youthful innocence to 
perceive any sensuality in the handsome brute's face.  Handsome was, after 
all, just a dog.

"Terrific," Maxwell muttered.

Ellen blinked and she struggled to focus.  As usual, the surroundings in 
the Carters' enormous den were so restful that she had quite drifted off 
with her pubescent daydreaming.  She realized now that she had been paying 
scarcely any attention at all to the movie, although it appeared to be an 
interesting one.  The mood of decor in the Carters' library-den as usual, 
had tended to act as a mild soporific on her teenage sensibilities.  The 
ancient prints on the walls, the long hanging red tapestries, the abundance 
of leather, wood, and fine Mediterranean tooling workmanship in everything 
-- from mantel piece to chair arm to carpeting to bookcase -- the high 
covered windows, everything gave one a feeling of having settled into a 
warmish, quiet cocoon conducive to thoughtful meditation.  Then the incense 
that the Carters were so fond of lighting was another factor.  She 
invariably found herself becoming slow and lazy in this room, in particular 
when they showed films.  Her mind just seemed to drift off.

But now Mr. Carter's verbal notations had served to waken her observation, 
and what she observed was more than she bargained for.

The sort of films the Carters usually showed her were Mary Poppins' sort of 
things, with the occasional violent western thrown in for good measure.  
They had never shown her anything even the most wee bit sexy.  And yet she 
realized now that what she was seeing in Straw Dogs had some very strong 
sexual overtones.  In particular where the young man's wife -- the American 
man's wife -- appears at the window with her healthy young breasts showing, 
before the trio of workmen working on the garage roof of her husband's new 
house.

And what Mr. Carter was now pointing out was apparently a rape scene, for 
the big blond man was in the American's house while he was away, and he was 
slapping his pretty blonde wife and making her take her clothes off.

Ellen started as she realized what was happening to herself right here in 
this room.  Mrs. Carter was gently stroking her skirted thigh with her 
thumb, and Handsome had nuzzled his nose deeply in her lap, almost brushing 
her panty-covered loins, but she didn't notice any of that.  What really 
set her mind and her loins aglow was the realization that the big young man 
in the film had actually put his penis into the beautiful blonde young 
housewife!

Ellen gasped and put her hand to her sultry red mouth.  She couldn't really 
believe this was happening, before her very eyes!  For the pretty 
housewife, the nipples of her breasts showing in the most blatant way, 
seemed actually to be undergoing sex as the handsome man stuffed his long 
thick thing up inside of her belly, working it around with agonizing 
slowness.  And a few seconds later, when the housewife obviously came, it 
was the most intoxicating experience Ellen had ever witnessed in her entire 
young life!

"She seemed to enjoy that, didn't she?" Dominique asked silkily, her voice 
a soft essence wafted against Ellen's shell-like smooth ear.

"Well -- I --" stammered Ellen, unable to know what to say, at a total 
loss.  She had never before ever actually seen anyone having sex.  Her 
loins seemed to be full of butterflies.  The man in the film had obviously 
made love to the beautiful blonde housewife in the film, and clearly she 
had enjoyed it.

"Don't be pushy, Dom," came Maxwell Carter's understanding baritone from 
the other couch.  "After all, Ellen's only thirteen years old.  She's just 
a child."

Exactly the sort of statement calculated to put any teenager on the 
defensive and eager to prove that she could be as sexy as any grown woman.

Ellen rose to the bait.  Smarting under Mr. Carter's patronizing tone, she 
instinctively sat up straighter in order to thrust out her proudly uplifted 
breasts.  Her long blonde curls danced in back of her shoulders.  "I am not 
such a child as all that, Mr. Carter," she insisted through her sensuously 
pouting lips.  "I know all about sex, you know."

Carter could not repress a faint little smirk at their perty prey's 
behavior.  "From biology books in school, no doubt," he said wryly, 
clinking his ice around in his highball glass as he goaded her still 
further.  "And I thought we agreed that you would call me Maxwell, Ellen."

"Maxwell, then," she stammered, flustered.  "Well, no, not from biology 
books -- that is ..."

"Where then, dear?" asked Dominique, pressing her hand affectionately 
around Ellen's.

"Well, I -- that is ... the girls at school ... my mother ... oohhhhh ..."  
Her voice trailed off as she focused again on the sexual action on the 
screen.  Something had happened!  A second man had appeared with a knife 
and had forced the first man to force the housewife to submit to something 
else.  It appeared as if the second man was doing something behind her.  
But what?  It was all so confused.  She wasn't sure if she could make out 
anything very clearly, really.

"Looks like he's sodomizing her," Maxwell Carter said casually.

"He's what?" Ellen asked, mystified.

"Sodomizing her, darling," said Dominique, pressing her hand warmly again.  
"That's a form of sex -- probably the most satisfying there is."

Ellen's eyes screwed up.  How did they get to talking about sex all of a 
sudden?  Even though the Carters spoke with easy authority, she had the 
subtle feeling that something was not quite right in their conversation.  
And as for this sodomizing business, if that was the best sex, how come she 
hadn't heard anything about it?  Her mother certainly hadn't said anything 
about it.

But anyway that scene was quickly over and then her embarrassed confusion 
subsided again.  Everything returned to normal.  The warmish feeling in her 
loins gradually pulled back like a receding wave from a tropical shore.

There was in the remainder of the film some really grisly violence of 
fairly standard American variety, but none of it especially disturbed her.  
Then she looked at the lovely platinum watch the Carters had given her and 
exclaimed about the time.  She had promised her mother that she would be 
home early.  She said a hurried but pleasant good night to the Carters and 
then rushed off into the darkness of the evening.

Chapter 2

"That little cunt has cost us a fortune," said Maxwell when she had gone, 
his voice thick with disgust as he scratched Handsome's ears.

"I'll say," agreed Dominique, putting out her cigarette in the nearest 
ashtray.  Then she began undoing the belt on her robe until it opened 
fully, revealing the sumptuous pears of her high, widely-spaced breasts, 
the molten white belly beneath with its soft nest of auburn pussy hair, and 
the long slender columns of her legs.  She lay back on the couch and spread 
her legs open lazily.  The big German shepherd didn't need any further cue 
than that.  He left his master and hurried across the carpet to burrow his 
nose into his mistress' warmly scented pussy.  Dominique sighed and ran her 
fingers over the handsome dog's sleek furry head.  In another moment the 
well-trained show dog's tongue had lanced out and speared into the 
quivering pink flesh of her cuntal lips, sending a surge of fire burning 
through her loins and upward into the rest of her wantonly excited body 
right to the very ends of her hair.

"Spent a fortune on that fucking tail," Maxwell muttered unhappily again, 
his voice slurring this time.  He finished a spare drink on the coffee 
table, then got up and went over to the bamboo-and-leopard skin bar to mix 
himself another.

Dominique's eyes turned dreamy as the big German shepherd's thick red 
tongue began twisting in and out of her cunt like a corkscrew.  "Maybe we 
should use our more extreme procedure, lover," she croaked huskily, her 
eyes fluttering with passion.

"We don't dare," said Maxwell, corking a bottle and shaking his head.  
"She's only thirteen years old.  Any seduction has to be of her own accord.  
She has to come to us with her eyes wide open.  She has to seduce herself.  
Any other course would be strictly suicide."

"In that case, it's time to leave it with Handsome, lover."

"Probably."  Maxwell Carter looked over at the powerful dog whose tongue 
was dredging his wife's wetly surging vagina like a steam shovel excavating 
Roman finds.  Handsome was always the court of last resort; and he had 
never failed them yet.

Still, though, this was a tricky one.  A thirteen year old gorgeous blonde 
of total innocence.  A real challenge!  He couldn't remember when before 
they had encountered such striking blonde wholesomeness.  He wanted to see 
her long, satiny blonde hair cascading over a pillow to form a cushion for 
her pretty head as he moved upward through her widespread thighs with his 
warmly throbbing cock working slowly through the moist tendrils and wetly 
sucking lips of her young virginal cunt, fucking the shit out of the sweet 
little bitch; he coughed at the thought.

Ellen Winthrop had the body of a lush young Venus, and it had been all 
Maxwell could do to control his hands in the months they had known her.  
Fortunately his head had ruled his heart.  Finesse always proved the most 
potent master in the end; and it was lasting.  Rape seductions occasionally 
worked out, but there was always the danger that they might not.  
Particularly with one so young, where the aspect of painful entrance might 
assume sizable proportions.

He closed his eyes, considering her lushly ripened breasts whose rose-
tipped nipples appeared so prominent even through her brassiere and sweater 
combined.  The child had a slender, girlish waist, luscious round hips, a 
flat, smooth stomach and long, full-swelling thighs.  Her breathtakingly 
curved calves tapered down into thin, well-formed ankles.  And over all of 
that, her wealth of shining blonde hair.  Just one reel of her being taken 
from behind by Handsome could make a fortune for them.  And if that 
fiercely kissable, sultry young mouth could ever be coaxed into wrapping 
itself around the dog's enormous pulsating red cock --!  Ellen had an 
almost classical, dainty Greek nose, with a lower lip that protruded in an 
almost perpetual little-girl pout, a round dimpled chin, and a soft, 
slightly tanned ivory complexion.  To see that pretty young face 
energetically sucking on Handsome's throbbing, richly-veined penis would be 
a treat no reasonable buyer could refuse.  They had to get her at all cost!

Downing his drink swiftly, he went to the secret panel on the wall of the 
library, where he pressed a button and a hidden videotape camera came 
sliding into view from one corner of the ceiling.  It hissed and clicked as 
it focused on Handsome's lavish oral attention he was giving to his lovely 
auburn-haired mistress Dominique, who was already hurtling through her 
first orgasm of the evening with a gurgling cry of delight that made the 
heavy drapes on the high windows of the library seem to tremble.

*    *    *    *    *

Three houses down on Kenwood Lane from the Carters, the cute teenager had 
already dozed pleasantly off on the two-seater sofa in her bedroom, her 
long legs curled up underneath her.  She had meant to take a nice hot bath 
before retiring, but she had gotten so caught up in her third re-reading of 
Jane Austen's Wuthering Heights -- which she thought was the most romantic 
novel ever written, next to Little Women, that she had quite dozed off.  
This was not so uncommon; she frequently fell asleep reading some nice 
romantic story, though usually only in bed.

But now she had suddenly bolted upright to a sitting position.  She had 
been awakened by a noise from down the hall.  It sounded like the muffled 
squeal of some animal being put to slaughter.  At first she had heard it as 
merely a part of her dream, but when it had come again, more forcefully, it 
had jarred her into alertness.

Something was wrong in her mother's room, she was sure of it.  Other 
muffled sounds were echoing through the thick wall also.  Sounds that were 
not familiar to her, but which seemed to be cries of terror and pleading.  
She looked at her watch.  It was still early.  She had probably not been 
asleep very long, even though it had seemed so.

She got up groggily from the sofa and drifted over to the bed, trying to 
analyze the nature of what she was hearing.  She didn't want to make a fool 
of herself if nothing was wrong.  Perhaps her mother merely had the 
television on too loud.  Or it could be that she had gone to sleep early 
and was having a nightmare herself.

There was silence then for a long moment, and then another sound, this time 
of movement.  It sounded as though something were being thrown bodily onto 
a squeaking bed.  She could not be certain, of course.  Her mother's 
bedroom was separated from her own by the main bathroom.

Not switching on the lamp, she made her way through the darkness to the 
door, pressing her ear tightly against it in order to listen better.  There 
was the unmistakable sound of a heavy, dragging movement somewhere.  She 
thought also she could hear whimpering but it was impossible to tell for 
sure.

She hesitated for a moment, not sure just what to do.  Certainly if 
something were drastically wrong, her mother would scream.  She would 
certainly hear that, if she did.  She listened intently, waiting silently, 
her hand frozen on the doorknob.

There was a long low moan coming softly discernible from the other side 
now.  This convinced her!  Her mother might be ill and unable to move for 
some reason.  She hadn't been feeling too well earlier on, and it might 
even be serious.  She had been quite distraught when father had died, and 
not quite right since.  Perhaps Ellen should take just a quick look quietly 
so as not to disturb her if she were merely having a bad dream.

The apprehensive young blonde stepped into the bathroom between their 
rooms, and then slipped quietly across the tiles to the door to her 
mother's bedroom.  Silently, she turned the doorknob and opened the door 
just a crack.  She scanned the room, her eyes adjusting to the dim glow of 
the bedlamp.

And then her heart leaped in her throat!  For there, on the bed, was her 
mother, Amy Winthrop, her long black hair streaming, her naked body 
churning passionately underneath, with a man on top of her!

He was obviously trying to rape her!  The man had her pinned to the bed and 
had forced her legs open with his own muscular thighs.  Ellen felt frozen 
to the floor.  She almost let out a scream but choked it back with the palm 
of her hand.  It was unbelievable!  She started to shake uncontrollably, 
then bit down hard on her hand to keep from crying out.  She was shaking 
too hard to close the door and just stood there helplessly trying to regain 
her composure.  What should she do?  She knew it would do no good for her 
to attempt to intervene.  And then she might get raped as well.  Or worse!  
He might kill them both.

But at the same time she couldn't seem to tear herself away from the 
fiercely lascivious scene.  Her own mother!  Being fucked!  A man had his 
penis inside her!  It was ghastly -- but at the same time heart-stopping 
and intoxicating as well.  Ellen had only a minimal knowledge of what sex 
was all about, despite her premature development, and her curiosity was 
stronger than her terror in finding her mother was being violated.

So she watched horrified and thrilled all put together, unable to move, as 
her naked mother struggled beneath the twilight-shrouded man on the bed.  
Ellen had a good view of them, although she could not see who the man was 
except that he was naked and wearing only a pair of socks.

By now her mother had her ankles locked tightly around the man's hairy 
thighs as he moved up inside her.  Ellen's breath caught and her nostrils 
flared as she watched them, her loins suffusing with a warmish kind of 
sweetness.  The man's body rose and fell powerfully between her mother's 
long white legs, pinning them even wider apart on each punishing in-stroke.  
Now Ellen could make out his wetly glistening penis as it moved 
rhythmically in and out of her mother's splayed cuntal lips, gobbling it 
into her as if it were candy, then clinging to the thick base as it slid 
out on the upward stroke.

God, it was immense!  Ellen had never seen a man naked like this before, 
not even her father.  How on earth could a female take such a huge thing up 
inside her belly?  She didn't see how her mother kept it from splitting her 
open.

For a moment the man's penis lay quiet, like a great log, along the visibly 
throbbing vaginal furrow, the two great testicles hanging down wickedly 
from its hairy base.  The trembling young girl could see the foreskin 
slipping back over the pulsating purplish tip as it slid down along her 
mother's widespread buttocks, the blood-engorged head bursting forth again 
like some primeval monster crawling evilly from its lair.  And then the 
long thick cock slid smoothly forward again, its entire wet length again 
being devoured hungrily by the voracious lips of her mother's cunt.

Ellen stood transfixed, her golden hair practically standing on end, unable 
to take her eyes off the lewd spectacle in front of her.  She could not 
understand why her mother had stopped struggling underneath this brutal 
monster.  Now there seemed to be a continual flow of deeply felt incoherent 
moans from her moistly parted lips.  Her naked body seemed to be churning 
in an altogether different manner now.  It was almost as if her mother 
actually wanted that enormous penis to be sawing in and out of her.

Ellen found herself breathing more rapidly in a growing excitement.  She 
could see clearly the exposed hair-covered vaginal furrow up between her 
mother's trembling thighs.  The narrow red slit glistened wetly in the dim 
light, and she could make out the mouth-shaped lips of the cunt that seemed 
even from this distance to be stretched so cruelly apart by that lust-
thickened shaft of flesh.  Even as the thirteen year old girl watched, it 
contracted, opened, and closed like the mouth of a gasping fish out of the 
water.

The man's hand reached down between them on one outstroke, grasping his 
long hard instrument, and raised his buttocks high in the air, pulling out 
until only its bulbous head remained within me sucking mouth of her 
mother's feverishly churning cunt.  Ellen watched and listened horrified as 
the muscles of his powerful ass-cheeks tensed, and then he drove into her 
whimpering mother again brutally, sinking his heavily veined shaft all the 
way into her wet gaping channel until only a brief stretch of it showed, 
moist and glistening, jutting out from his hairy balls.  Ellen winced as 
her mother's unearthly wailing cry came like the scream of a wounded 
animal, her toes curling up in what Ellen felt certain must be some 
terrible agony.

Now the two nakedly entwined fingers on the bed seemed to be locked in a 
stillness more mobile than motion.  Ellen's heart pounded like a jackhammer 
until she was certain everyone on Kenwood Lane could hear it.  She pressed 
a fist tightly into her budding young breasts as if to dull that thudding 
sound in her ears.

Gradually the male began a slow rocking motion over her lewdly impaled and 
moaning mother.  He withdrew slightly, the thick fleshy penis sliding out 
for several inches, then thrust forward again, grinding his hips in order 
to move it around inside of her tightly clasping vagina.  Then he withdrew 
again until the throbbing glans head could be seen by the hypnotized blonde 
teenager.  Her mouth dropped open in disbelief as her mother's long full 
legs wrapped sinuously, almost affectionately, around his naked buttocks, 
squirming in togetherness under him, her heels firming snugly into the 
cheeks of his buttocks as if she were straining to pull him even deeper 
inside of her.   The cords on the insides of her thighs flexed as she 
pushed her hair-covered pussy back up over his moistly glistening penis.  
Her hollowing buttocks lifted several inches off the bed as she struggled 
upward, desperately trying to absorb the entirety of the long thick cock 
back into the fleshy pink folds of her hungry cunt and a wet viscous sound 
drifted through the room each time her pussy slithered up its full length 
like a cat climbing a tree trunk.  Her flexing buttocks began a rhythmic 
beat up and down his heavily ridged manhood, and his swaying testicles 
slapped in time against the puckering little anus below.

Ellen gasped, for suddenly her mother began mouthing obscenities as well, 
saying words she had never even dreamed her mother knew, the sort of words 
only "bad" girls used at school.  There was no question in her mind that if 
she had ever used such words before her mother, she would have been soundly 
spanked, yet now -- there she was, her own beautiful, long-haired brunette 
mother, leading light of the PTA, the Junior Women's League, and the First 
Episcopalian Church of Winnetka, thrashing lewdly in the throes of obscene 
passion beneath this man, uttering words of such ardent filth that Ellen 
wanted to put her hands over her ears against them.  Those were forbidden 
words that brought a guilty tingling glow into the pulsing center up 
between the thirteen year old's legs.  They drummed incessantly into the 
watching girl's mind, who stood unable to move as if she had been turned to 
stone.  Was this the quiet, reserved Amy Winthrop who was her mother, the 
aloof widow who was such a tower of strength to all who knew her?  God, if 
her mother could be driven into such insane submission to a man she had 
fought so strenuously only moments before, then maybe it could happen to 
anyone!  Maybe even to her, Ellen Winthrop.  The bosomy blonde teenager 
felt a slight electric tingle of excitement dart from wall-to-wall within 
her palpitating little cunt.

Now she watched thunderstruck as again the man's hand curled beneath Amy's 
nakedly pumping buttocks and the tip of his outstretched middle finger 
circled tantalizingly the rubbery ring of the tightly puckered anus.  It 
played there for a long teasing moment that brought another tortured groan 
from the lewdly twisting body beneath him as his finger slipped through the 
protective fleshy ring and disappeared up inside her rectum.  Mrs. 
Winthrop's legs kicked out again and there was another tortured wail with 
her toes curling up tightly.  Then her legs locked over his body again, and 
her buttocks began pumping savagely over both invaders.

Ellen was trembling violently and biting her fist to keep from screaming.  
Was her mother experiencing terrible pain or terrible joy?  It was 
impossible to tell.  Her helpless ears were literally drenched with their 
sounds of depravity.  And then the squeak of bedsprings, the moans and 
groans and huffing hard breathing, the portrait of tangle limbs, all 
combined to ignite smoldering sparks in that most sensitive of flesh up 
between her own legs.  By now the itch was driving her frantic as much as 
anything else.  She clamped her legs tightly together to try to choke off 
that bursting fire.

As if in a dream, her hands began involuntarily to massage the straining 
softness of her budding young breasts, trapping the trembling nipples 
between her fingers, kneading and pulling at them until it felt as though 
she would rip them loose from the full quivering mounds.  She groaned and 
found her fingers pressing tightly into her vaginal mound and drumming at 
her clitoris, trying to rub away the terrible sensation of need that was 
raging out of control.

Her long trembling legs scissored open, one foot just sort of dangling as 
she supported herself against the doorjamb.  She could feel her own hair-
lined little pussy slit now moistly palpitating against the tips of her 
fingers which drew the narrow furrow open, exposing the lips of her 
pulsating cunt to the warmish, musky air of the room.  With a groan, she 
sunk her outstretched middle finger deep into the warmly throbbing mouth of 
her vagina.  The trembling thirteen year old held her breath, relieved 
momentarily, but the moment of relief was brief.  For now the fire seemed 
to burn all the more intensely, demanding more to feed its obscene hunger.  
She inserted another finger, then slid, gasping to the cold tile floor of 
the bathroom.

After a second, she drew her knees up into a kneeling position, with her 
firm young buttocks high in the air.  The squeak of bedsprings became more 
violent, and she crammed her fingers into the slippery moistness of her 
vagina with a little cry of abandon and in rhythm with the couple fucking 
so savagely on her mother's bed.

The picture of their lewdly locked bodies drove the cute young blonde on, 
and she rocked back on her knees, screwing her fingers deeper and deeper 
into her tightly clasping pussy.  She could see the man's huge thick cock 
fucking in and out of her mother's ardently clasping cunt, sinking through 
the soft pussy hair like a greased telephone pole.  The aroused teenager's 
fingers became that pole -- and her gasps began to match theirs.  She 
wanted, absurdly, everything her mother was getting, as immature as she 
was.  Her body was confessing it, betraying her.  She wanted to be split 
too, wanted to be fucked, wanted a sperm-bloated penis pumping into her own 
hot searing passage.  Her fingers were nothing compared to that enormous 
thick member that was being rammed in and out of her mother.  She had to 
have more -- but there was nothing, nothing but her own fingers.

She reached up over her nakedly thrashing buttocks with her free hand, 
searching the tight crevice for she knew-not-what.  The fingers on her ass-
cheeks seemed to be magnetized as her mind flashed pictures of how the man 
had stuffed his finger into her mother's rectal passage ... and of how the 
older woman seemed to be enjoying it immensely.

And then she found her puckered little anal hole.  Quickly, the young 
blonde girl rammed one finger up into the tiny opening between her moon-
shaped buttocks, gasping as in her haste a fingernail dug into the soft 
fleshy walls, sending a sharp jolt of pain through her wantonly quivering 
thirteen year old body.  She stilled for a moment, then took up the lewd 
rhythm of the couple on the bed, her buttocks lifting high off the floor as 
her long legs braced themselves, she writhed and groaned in frustration, 
and ultimately turned over onto her knees, trying to find a more 
comfortable position.

Now her ripe young breasts were scraping against the floor, her nipples 
brushing tantalizingly against the cool tile.  Her long blonde hair wafted 
away on all sides of her voluptuous body, falling eventually in a golden 
pile on the bathroom floor.  Wildly erotic tingles of lewd pleasure raced 
through her passion-inflamed loins as she pictured herself under the 
nameless pounding body with the socks.  Then her face colored crimson as 
she felt her own orgasm coming -- coming with a great roar.

She hung for an insane, lust-propelled moment teetering on the edge of the 
first climax she'd ever experienced, and then her entire sensually aroused 
body convulsed as her liquid passion gushed from around her thrusting 
fingers, covering her hand and wrist, and dripping down onto the tiles 
below.  She could feel it running in slick rivulets down the inside of her 
quivering thighs to her bended knees.  As her teeth chattered through her 
shattering climax, she was greeted by a sobbing shriek and a low male groan 
from the direction of her mother's bed as the writhing joined couple 
answered her orgasm with one of their own.  Then there was complete silence 
except for the gasping, panting breathing of the three of them.

Ellen stayed on her hands and knees for awhile, sobbing silently.  Her 
buttocks still swaying in the musky air.  She couldn't bring herself to 
take her hand away from her glowing young cunt until the last dying throbs 
of climax had been stilled.  It seemed eons before her fingers finally 
slithered wetly from her satiated vaginal opening, and she rolled over onto 
her side, clutching her burning breasts, a terrible feeling of guilt 
suffusing her entire trembling being.

She looked up towards her mother's distant bed.  It seemed as if the couple 
there were now hurtling towards a second orgasm.  Ellen could see the 
muscles cording up on her mother's inner thighs as she struggled like a 
crazed nymphomaniac to get the man deeper inside of her.  His hands cupped 
her naked white buttocks with savage strength that cut red lines into the 
smooth, wildly undulating mounds; he squeezed her rounded ass-cheeks 
tightly together, forcing her vagina more snugly around the thickness of 
his thrusting male hardness.  Ellen could see the thin, ragged edges of her 
mother's wet sucking pussy clasping it tightly like the ovaled mouth of a 
hungry child around the last banana in the world as it moved in and out of 
her belly.

Her mother's buttocks were grinding faster now, and her groans and mewls of 
animal pleasure had escalated dramatically as the glazed eyes of her 
voluptuous blonde daughter remained glued hypnotically to the lewd coupling 
on the bed.  Mrs. Winthrop's wild, demonic upward thrusts were met with 
equal fury by the stranger's pelvis, which drove her even more deeply into 
the mattress with each mighty surge, the loud slaps of belly against belly 
resounding like thunder claps

Ellen held her breath as she watched her mother being fucked with 
increasing viciousness.  And then there was a low, unearthly gurgle from 
her mother's throat, and her buttocks began a series of small, spasmodic 
jerks up tight against the penis that was sunk so deeply inside her 
churning white belly.  "Aaaggghhh.  Ah ... oh ... awweeee ... I'm 
cumming!" Ellen's mother wailed.

At the same time the man groaned again above her, grinding hard into her 
wantonly writhing cunt, his thick fleshy rod beginning to spurt again its 
white milky sperm deep up inside her belly.  The creamy rich fluid filled 
her vaginal passage before cascading out around the stretched pink lips of 
her cunt.  Ellen watched breathlessly as a tiny white stream of it ran down 
the wide split crevice of her buttocks to drop on the mattress below.  And 
then the couple seemed to expire into a long, drawn-out sigh, lying very 
still although still joined.

For a long time nothing seemed to happen, and then at last the man rolled 
off of the older woman and got up, going over to some clothes that were 
slung over a chair.

"I've got to go, Mrs. Winthrop," came the boyish tenor, "or my mother will 
give me hell.  I'm supposed to be playing basketball at St. Ignatius."

Ellen started, her eyes wide.  Oh no!  No!  She could swear that the "man" 
was Billy Erpsamer, the fourteen year old boy from next door!

But could it be?  She watched his huge limp penis dangling as he got into 
his clothes.  With the two of them on the bed, it was impossible exactly to 
tell just what the size of the man was.  Billy was certainly much shorter 
than her statuesque mother, although he was quite hairy for his age.  But 
could that be his enormous penis, swinging so evilly like an Arabian 
scimitar?

Her mother got up from the bed, wrapping a robe around her lushly 
proportioned body, a lazy smile on her lovely face.  "And how much do you 
want this time, you wonderful brute?" she asked.

Billy Erspamer -- she was certain it was him now -- grinned.  "Ten 
dollars," he said with a smirk.

Ellen watched unbelievingly as her mother went to her purse on the vanity, 
took out a roll of bills and handed it to him.  "There's fifteen," she 
said, and then she put her arms around the boy and kissed him, obviously 
working her tongue around inside his cheeks.  When the kiss broke, she 
whispered huskily, "You're sure you wouldn't like me to suck your cock, 
darling?" and reached down to stroke the thick bulge in his Levi's.

Billy shook his head.  "No thanks, Mrs. Winthrop.  I'd like to, but my 
mother'll kill me if I'm late.  No fooling!  Maybe next time."  And then he 
picked up his jacket and went for the door.

Her mother tailed after him, grabbing him one more time before he could get 
away, by the neck this time.  "You do respect me, don't you, darling?" she 
asked.

"Sure, sure I do, Mrs. Winthrop.  You know I do.  Now come on, I've really 
got to get going.  My mother'll kill me."

The older woman shrugged.  "All right," she said, letting him out into the 
corridor, and then as an afterthought, whispered, "But use the back stairs.  
My daughter's asleep.  Good night, dear."

Crawling through the darkness on all fours, slinking across the floor like 
the snake she felt like, Ellen finally managed to make it back to her own 
bedroom.  She flopped down into her bed with tears of uncertainty rolling 
down her cheeks like beads of glass.  The troubled young girl was almost 
glad that her father wasn't alive; for she knew now that her mother had 
been carrying on like this even before he died.  She could remember how the 
older woman had often stayed out late in the evening during his lengthy 
illness, pleading PTA, or other charitable work.  Well, she certainly 
seemed to be practicing charity now, thought Ellen, choking on her futile 
tears.

How could she ever face her mother again, after what she had witnessed?  
And after what she had done with herself while she witnessed it?  How could 
she look at her mother in the morning over their usual breakfast together?

But what could she do?  Where could she go?  She was too young by far to 
run away from home.

Maxwell and Dominique Carter were her only real friends.  She resolved to 
see as much of them as possible from now on.  They were understanding, 
worldly people, and would make good substitute parents ... she could trust 
them!

Chapter 3

In the weeks that followed, the Carters were quite pleased to find Ellen 
visiting them with increasing frequency.  Often she stopped by on her way 
home from school, then lingered over a glass of soda pop and some ice cream 
for the longest time.  In the evenings she would come by again and they 
would watch TV, films or play scrabble or go to drive-ins for milk shakes.

Several times they took her ice skating at the big rink in Northfield, and 
despite her voluptuousness Ellen proved to be surprisingly graceful on the 
ice.  In the short-short skating skirt her gorgeous long, muscular legs 
were shown off to exciting advantage, and her long blonde hair swirled 
gorgeously on every turn.  Maxwell Carter could barely wait to sink his 
teeth into her.

His favorite game, however, was taking Ellen downstairs to shoot pool in 
their game room.  For when she leaned over the billiards table he was often 
afforded an intoxicating viewing of her massively swelling young breasts as 
they swayed within her clinging tight sweaters.  When she was around, his 
mouth was continually watering and his nostrils flaring.

Not that he wasn't prepared to let his own sexual interests take a back 
seat to the economic concerns of Midwest Films, Inc.

Consequently it was eventually decided between himself and Dominique that 
the time had become ripe and that they could afford to wait no longer.  
Ellen was frequently affectionate, giving both of them hugs and kisses on 
the check before going home, and she had also taken quite a fancy to 
Handsome, their powerful German shepherd.  All they needed was to time her 
initiation properly and they felt sure that there would be no fuss 
whatever.

But the timing was, nonetheless, important.

They decided, finally, to pursue her in a manner that had been successful 
with numerous other reluctant conquests.  A combination of preying on her 
immaturity and the natural wish of every over-developed teenager to appear 
older than her years, and sophisticated, and the use of drugs and lewd 
motion pictures as well.  Eventually she would become so aroused that she 
would no longer be able to control herself.  At least, that was the plan.

Meanwhile the virginal golden Ellen suspected nothing.  She felt 
affectionate towards the Carters, and she dearly loved Handsome, but she 
hadn't even fingered again since the evil night she had caught her mother 
with Billy Erspamer ... not that the thirteen year old hadn't been tempted!  
She had resolved that she would struggle to retain her purity in order to 
counterbalance her mother's fall from grace.  The Winthrop family of 
Kenwood Lane would at least have her balancing it in a world that was too 
evil to survive much longer.

By visiting the Carters frequently, she seemed to acquire some of their 
strength of personality.  They were so good -- if worldly -- that she came 
to believe that she could rely upon their judgment utterly.  Surely they 
hadn't become so rich by not having any sense.  So she studied everything 
Dominique Carter did, and Maxwell Carter, too.  She wanted to be just like 
them.  Her mother she merely tolerated.  The chasm between then widened 
daily.

It was this innocent trust that prevented Ellen from developing any inkling 
or suspicion of what fate the Carters really had in mind for her.  As a 
result, she accepted with alacrity when they suggested one evening that she 
spend the weekend at their house.  They had plenty of room, and they did 
have such fun together.  It would be lovely fun.

Her mother agreed with what Ellen considered to be uncharacteristic 
alacrity, and the young girl readied herself.  She got a little bag of her 
things and toilet articles together, and went over to the Carters almost 
immediately after coming home from school on Friday.

The afternoon seemed to go along in a relatively mild, innocuous fashion.  
At dinner they explained to her that they were celebrating Maxwell's 
birthday with champagne.

Ellen had never drunk champagne before, nor for that matter any alcoholic 
beverage, but she didn't want to offend her two good friends, and in 
particular she didn't want to seem childish and immature.  For if she 
refused to drink she knew they would seize upon that to make light fun of 
her in a good-natured way, and she didn't want that.  She wanted to live up 
to their sophisticated company in every way.

So she drank.  And the bubbles went right to her head, making her cough and 
sputter.  What a good laugh they all had over that.

And then Maxwell offered her the cigarette.

It appeared to be no more unusual than any other cigarette, set in white 
paper with a gold lipstick end and some sort of filter.  "Well, if you're 
old enough for champagne now," he laughed, "you're entitled to a first 
cigarette as well.  Go on, it won't bite you."

"Oh, but I --"

And then Dominique's face turned more stony than Ellen had ever seen it 
before.  The older woman blew smoke out through her nose and looked at 
Ellen frightfully, and the pert teenager realized that the weekend could 
become very unpleasant if she was going to hold onto her childishness much 
longer.  And anyway, who was it who had warned her of smoking?  Her mother, 
whose opinion could scarcely count for anything now.

So she allowed Mr. Carter to light up the cigarette and she took a slow but 
even puff on it.

To her surprise, she didn't even cough, and in fact the smoke, coming on 
the heels of the champagne, seemed to have quite a heady effect on her.  
With the second puff she began to feel very lightheaded indeed, and she was 
very much ready to retire to the living room when it was suggested.

Another glass of champagne was put into her hand when she had finished the 
first, and although she didn't want to add to her escalating tipsiness, she 
couldn't bring herself to refuse.  As she drank, she could hear the 
servants finishing off in the kitchen and dining room somewhere, and 
finally there was silence from that direction with a series of doors being 
slammed.  The three of them were alone again in the big house.  Handsome 
nuzzled his furry snout against her party exposed thigh and her fingers 
played affectionately around her ears.

Maxwell Carter had started the stereo, and, as they relaxed over their 
drinks and cigarettes, the most sensual music seemed to waft through the 
air of the living room-cum-library.  By now the pungent sweetness of the 
smoke seemed to hang very heavy as well.  It seemed to Ellen that the scent 
of that smoke was exceptionally honeyish, but she was not experienced 
enough to know what that meant, or to distinguish it from ordinary smoke.

"Time for our evening movie," Maxwell whispered, and then he disappeared 
behind them and could be heard doing something in the projection room.  In 
another moment the library's lights had dimmed, the screen had slid down 
from the ceiling, and white flashes were flickering across it as the film 
began.

The room was perfectly quiet now except for the film running and the 
occasional deep inhalation and exhalation.  Occasionally one of them 
coughed as well.  And then there was a picture on the screen.

The film showed a large bed in a bedroom with a small vanity to one side 
with a large mirror standing near it.  While Ellen puzzled at this, her 
empty champagne glass was taken away and a full one substituted.  She had 
lost all sense of proportion now and wasn't sure if it was Maxwell or 
Dominique that had given her the glass.  But it didn't matter!  The 
cigarette made her thirsty and dreamy, and she poured the cool liquid down 
her throat greedily.

It was nice to have someone looking after her the way the Carters did; she 
loved them as if they were her real parents now.  A happy, relaxed feeling 
suffused her voluptuous young body and a soft smile of appreciation flooded 
her sensual face.

On the screen, an innocent-looking young red-head had appeared by the bed.  
She could not have been over sixteen and was the most lovely thing Ellen 
had ever seen.  She had a look of loneliness on her face that touched Ellen 
to the depths because she felt all alone too.  She identified with this 
beautiful long-haired girl and concentrated on her completely.

On the screen, the actress picked up a picture from the dressing table, 
looked longingly at it for a moment, then pressed it tenderly to the pear-
shaped fullness of her proud young breasts outlined so clearly beneath the 
tight black dress she wore.  Then she placed the framed photograph gently 
on her pillow and began to undress.

In a close-up, Ellen saw that the picture was that of a handsome looking 
German shepherd.  Her beloved pet, no doubt.

Meanwhile, the girl pulled her dress slowly upwards, exposing her high-set 
calves and full, well-rounded thighs.  The black of her long silk 
stockings, held in place by a dainty lace-trimmed pink garter belt, 
contrasted sharply with the creamy alabaster of her nakedly exposed flesh.

"What is this?" Ellen could hear her own voice saying groggily, but it 
sounded too unreal.

Dominique patted her hand gently.  "Ssssh, darling.  Shhh."

The dress snaked its way over the girl's head and her magnificently-rounded 
torso emerged.  Then her white brassiere fell to the floor with a flick of 
her fingers and the full grandeur and beauty of her firmly ripe breasts 
swung into view.  They stood high and proud, accentuated by the lighting in 
the film.  Their turgid little nipples stood out on the luscious half-
spheres, peaking still higher as the girl raised her arms high up over her 
head, unpinning her long shining red hair and then releasing it to cascade 
softly down over her alluring shoulders.

The girl was almost naked now, in just high unfashionable stiletto heels, 
long black hose and the thin wisp of sheer white panties.  She turned and 
bent over slowly, her back to them; then she drew the silken panties 
tantalizingly down over her curved hips and buttocks -- brushing them 
sensuously along her smooth thighs and calves, and finally discarding them 
at her feet by her dress.  She stretched languidly and teasingly as she 
turned front-ward.  All of her delicious nakedness was exposed now, from 
her high sumptuously rounded breasts to the soft chestnut triangle of her 
vaginal mound.

Ellen shifted nervously as Maxwell sat down next to her with a fresh drink 
in his hand.  Dominique got up to get something in the darkness, and 
Handsome left Ellen's lap and followed slavishly after her.

The thirteen year old blonde had certainly never expected anything like 
this, but the champagne and the cigarette had made her head so giddy that 
she couldn't think of any appropriate comment.  And anyway she was still 
conscious of her desire to appear "adult" before the Carters.

The girl in the motion picture lay back on the bed now; she had picked up 
the framed photograph of the German shepherd and was looking at it 
longingly.  Ellen gasped aloud as the actress free hand massaged her 
breasts in passionate circles, her fingers tweaking the rubber-eraser 
nipples into throbbing hardness.  The girl's legs scissored open and closed 
slowly, exposing the thin teenage slit of her vagina nestled so 
titillatingly inside the curly auburn hair up between her thighs.  Her 
naked ass-cheeks twisted back against the mattress as though she were 
trying to bury herself in it.  Sheer wanton desire was reflected in her 
hotly glowing eyes.

Ellen squirmed her own buttocks nervously, feeling the cushion of the sofa 
brush electrically against the soft swelling of her throbbing young pussy.  
Staring at this unexpected shock, her breath quickened and her nostrils 
flared wickedly.

As she sipped breathlessly the last of her champagne, Mr. Carter lit two 
more thin cigarettes and passed her one.  Without thinking, Ellen inhaled 
deeply from hers until she began to cough, and then he took it away from 
her and passed her another full glass of champagne.  She could feel an 
unfamiliar tingling in her loins expanding in size as she drank.

Gradually, however, she could feel herself beginning to unwind and come 
free of her inhibitions.  The heat and excitement of the motion picture had 
begun to stimulate the drugged blonde girl against her will.  She squirmed 
down against the couch again, feeling the rounded edge of the cushion 
shoving her skirt and panties up tighter against her pelvic area.  She 
rubbed herself gently against it, worming the cushion corner directly into 
her moistly pulsating cunt lips.  Her aroused young body rocked on it then 
with an almost discernible rhythm -- in unison with the girl in the film.  
She could feel the wetness spread between her thighs as she opened them 
slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion.  The roughness brushed 
soothingly against her tiny, rising clitoris through the sheer panties.

She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eye at the Carters to make 
sure they hadn't noticed; apparently they hadn't.  Mr. Carter appeared to 
be dragging heavily on his cigarette, and his eyes seemed rather glazed.  
Dominique was lying back on the chaise lounge with Handsome nuzzling up 
between her legs as she stroked his furry ears.  The older woman's evening 
gown had slipped up so that her sleek firm thighs were visible above the 
tops of her sheer nylon stockings.  Even in this dim light Ellen could make 
out the white band of her panties.  Dominique seemed unaware of her almost 
indecent exposure.  Her mouth was open with intoxicated rapture as Handsome 
licked along her naked flesh and her dreamy glazed over eyes studied the 
action on the screen.

Ellen leaned back against the couch, careful not to break contact with the 
edge of the cushion pressed so snugly into the heated wet crevice up 
between her fevered young thighs, and found Mr. Carter's fatherly arm 
behind her, waiting.  She relaxed against it with a pleasant, secured sigh 
and made no protest as Maxwell's hand came to rest casually on her budding 
left breast.  It was wonderful to have real parents and a real father 
again, she thought.  The Carters made all of life and every day exciting.

The older man pushed the sweet-tasting cigarette between her lips, and she 
took a more careful drag on it than she had last time, so that she didn't 
cough at all, but, instead, felt rather like giggling.  The rich, masculine 
scent of Maxwell's cologne filled her nostrils, making her loins squirm 
even more.  It had a rich, heady, suggestive odor, and she snuggled 
backward into his arm unthinkingly.

Now the girl on the screen appeared to be writhing with uncontrollable 
lasciviousness on the big bed, as though she were being attacked by some 
unseen lover.  She had placed the picture of the dog on the bedside table, 
and both her hands were running over her body as though out of control, her 
fingertips dancing over her taut little belly and coming to rest together 
at the "vee" of her hair-covered loins.  She groaned as her fingers 
contacted the moistly glistening slit up between her thighs, and pulled her 
knees up, her toes curling tightly into the mattress.  Then she 
straightened her legs like two beautifully carved alabaster columns, 
letting them fall wide open to reveal the pink little furrow between.  Her 
fingers moved into her fleshy vaginal lips and spread them apart slowly 
until the wet pinkness was fully visible surrounding the hungrily opening 
cuntal mouth.  The half-moons of her rounded buttocks shone with sweat 
which ran down the crevice between her ass-cheeks.  Her tiny anus nestled 
quietly, but invitingly beneath the swollen cuntal lips.

Ellen gasped with disbelief as the girl slowly inserted her outstretched 
middle finger into her visibly throbbing pussy furrow, stroking the tiny 
bud-like clitoris to a quivering erectness.  Mr. Carter squeezed her breast 
tightly as if to reassure her, but, instead, this only made Ellen's 
breathing come faster.  She was embarrassed and afraid to look at him.  It 
was shameful of her, but his hand seemed only to be increasing the 
fluttering sensation of excitement in her loins.  She was convinced she had 
inherited this evil from her mother.  How could she ever look the wonderful 
and respectable Carters in the eye again?  She had to get a hold on 
herself.

But now she was hypnotized into immobility as the sensuous movements of the 
naked young girl on the bed increased and her probing fingers worked 
themselves inside the pink flesh of her tight little cunt, slowly widening 
those seeping vaginal lips.  A moment later, she slipped her index finger 
in alongside her middle one and began fucking them eagerly in and out of 
her stretched cuntal opening.  Almost frantically, her legs jack-knifed 
backward until her knees pressed against her flattened breasts and her 
nakedly squirming ass-cheeks rose and fell in response to her thrusting 
fingers.  The red-headed teenager's facial muscles contorted as she added 
another finger to the two already in her tight young cunt and, clenching 
her teeth, rammed all three into the hungry pink folds of pussy flesh.  
They disappeared with a loud sucking noise, and a soft purr of pleasure 
whispered from the girl's open throat.

Ellen tensed with shock, her mouth gaping open in astonishment, and it was 
only Mr. Carter's firm grip on her outsized young breasts that kept her 
fleeing from the room.  She knew that she should leave right now, but, at 
the same time, she felt too weak to tear herself away.

Maxwell put the drugged cigarette between her lips again, and once more she 
drew on it deeply.  Her feverishly pulsing loins and mind seemed to swim 
with vague, undefined warmish desires.  She wanted to flee, but she wanted 
to stay, too.  She wanted ... oh, she didn't know what she wanted.

Maxwell Carter made her take another sip of champagne.  It was difficult to 
be sure, but it seemed as if his hand had begun a gentle kneading of her 
pulsating breast.  A passion of indefinable desire was raging out of 
control up between her legs, and she felt so strange that she wanted to rip 
off all her clothes ... do something!

Abruptly, she realized she felt the same as the young girl in the film must 
feel.  Up there, the other teenager on the screen now seemed to have become 
possessed.  Her eyes and teeth were clenched tightly as she writhed in 
complete wantonness beneath her own fingers, fucking eagerly in and out of 
the wetly glistening hole up between her legs.  The lewd, rapid rhythm 
drove grunts of pleasure and sighs of delight from deep in her lust-
constricted chest as her fingers sank into the tight pink opening, making 
moist sucking sounds when they withdrew, only to be thrust back in again 
and again.

Her face was mottled as she strained for orgasm and she groaned with sexual 
frustration as her fingers plunged deeper and deeper into her teenage 
little cunt.  Her reddish chestnut hair lolled from side to side in a 
gorgeous mass beneath her straining face as she arched her back and 
buttocks up off the bed ...

And then Ellen's eyes widened dramatically and her awe-struck mouth dropped 
open, her jaw helplessly slack.  For, entering the film suddenly from one 
side of the screen was the most powerful-looking German shepherd she had 
ever seen in her life ...

Chapter 4

The girl in the motion picture screamed as she saw the dog, her eyes 
widening in terror.  She tried to lower her legs and roll off the bed, but 
the enormous German shepherd growled menacingly, and she froze with her 
fingers still deeply embedded within her passion-drenched pussy, her thighs 
spread wide and her knees almost touching her large, up-thrusting young 
breasts.

"Rex!" she cried, her lower lip trembling.  "You knew Shep is away, you bad 
dog!  And you're his brother, too.  You should be ashamed of yourself!"

But the huge dog made another guttural noise, and the helpless red-headed 
teenager quivered with fear.  The dog's great panting head, its long red 
tongue lolling out mindlessly, was only moments above her defenseless 
upturned loins.

Ellen gasped as the gigantic animal bounded onto the bed.  She grabbed 
Carter's arm tightly, scarcely noticing the dig of his fingers into the 
softness of her quivering young breasts.  The dog's ardent rush frightened 
her to death.

"Oh ... no!  Mr. Carter," she breathed huskily, "What's he going to do to 
the poor girl?"

"You'll see," her protector grinned.  "You'll see, child.  But don't be 
frightened.  Because she's going to love it.  You'll see!  Rex is a well-
trained dog, and he's always kind to little girls."

Ellen felt desperately that she ought to leave, but a shivering lassitude 
had swept through her trembling legs, and she was afraid that she would be 
unable to stand.  At the same time, the sheer helplessness of the girl 
lying with fear beneath the ferociously snarling dog was fascinating for 
some reason understood only in the fiery pit of her stomach.  She felt a 
surge of emotion within her churning belly that was totally unlike any 
other feeling she had ever known before.  It was as if her wetly throbbing 
vagina was full of butterflies.  The lewd thought of this monstrous beast 
doing whatever he wanted to the naked, defenseless girl sent shivers of 
revulsive curiosity tingling electrically through her virginal thirteen 
year old flesh, and goose pimples erupted all over on her ordinarily satin-
smooth skin.

She took the fresh glass of champagne from Mr. Carter and downed it with 
one nervous gulp.  By now her fascination with the lewd scene before her 
was counterpointed only by the dizziness which had begun to make the room 
swirl around her.

She relaxed once more against Maxwell Carter's arm, her eyes still glued to 
the increasingly obscene movie.  She did not seem to notice, nor did she 
resist, as his hand moved underneath her sweater, then inside her tightly 
clasping white brassiere to cup the firm softness of her proud young 
breast.  Nor did she say anything when she felt the surge of pleasure after 
he trapped one small nipple gently between thumb and forefinger.  She 
understood vaguely what was happening, but she liked Mr. Carter so much and 
trusted him, that it would have seemed unfriendly to protest.  Anyway, 
Dominique was there, so it must be all right.

And, besides, it felt so wonderful as her nipples stiffened and swelled 
under his caresses.  The teenage blond squirmed tighter down into the seat, 
deliberately pressing the cushion into her passion-drenched cuntal crevice.  
Her lewd fascination with the adventure up on the screen held her as if in 
a hypnotic trance.  Meanwhile, the cushion-rubbing was exciting the ultra-
sensitive lips of her wet young pussy.  She could feel tiny throbs pulsing 
in the bud of her teenage clitoris, and she bit her lower lip hard in order 
to restrict the forbidden sensations that were pulsating so strongly up 
between her golden legs.

Now the giant German shepherd on the screen had lowered his muzzle into the 
red-headed girl's cringing little pussy and was sniffing the fragrant pink 
flesh.  His tail wagged and trembled as he became increasingly excited.  
Ellen's startled eyes alighted on the massive red penis that was issuing 
from the furry pouch between the dog's legs.  She would never have dreamed 
that a dog's penis could be so enormous and so beautifully tapered to a 
sharp point;

The teenager in the film moaned with terror as the cold nose made contact 
with her tiny puckered anus.  She tensed visibly and then the dog began 
licking wetly up and down the sweat-streaked crevice around it, his tongue-
tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.

The red-head tried to squirm away, but the dog snarled menacingly again and 
began greedily lapping at the hair-lined pink slit up between her trembling 
thighs.  He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tight-
closed little pucker of her anus, up over the flushing fluted edges of her 
cunt and then over the erect little clitoris.  His great tongue spread 
through the fleshy layers like a knife through soft butter.  It flicked 
relentlessly between the girl's widespread legs, pausing sporadically to 
curl its way like a drill deep inside her glistening cuntal folds.  The 
helpless girl thrashed and squirmed under this bestial lapping of her 
churning loins, and then low moans of obscene pleasure began issuing in an 
endless stream from her lust-contorted lips.

Ellen shuddered from the sexual stimulation she was receiving through every 
pore in her sensually awakening young body.  The pull of the forbidden and 
the illicit was very strong, stronger than her undeveloped mental will.  
She gasped at the change coming over the writhing young girl on the bed.  
Her frightened sobs had changed to soft mews of involuntary pleasure -- 
pleasure she did not want and had obviously set her mind against.  But that 
slithering thick tongue had forced her into a state of mindless delight, 
and she obviously could not resist.  She raised her hands in indecision for 
a moment above her nakedly thrashing flesh, then dropped them to grasp the 
dog's ears.

With a guttural sound of animal hunger, she kicked her legs back up over 
her head and pulled his nose forward in her wetly throbbing cunt.  His long 
red tongue immediately thrust up her moist passageway, ravishing her up-
thrust loins without mercy.  Wild, incoherent shrieks of wanton pleasure 
streamed from her lips; she pleaded with and alternately encouraged the 
dumb animal salivating between her rapturously grinding ass-cheeks.  He 
licked at her like the savage beast he was, the rutting lust of the wild 
driving him on to further obscenity ...

Ellen heard a groan from Dominique and tore her eyes from the lewd 
spectacle in the film.  Her feeling of shock and amazement widened, for 
Dominique had both of her elegant long legs spread very wide, her dress now 
bunched up over her hips, as Handsome nipped and bit at her flimsy white 
panties.  They came off in shreds in his teeth, and Ellen shivered in 
frightened excitement as the dog's enormous tongue lapped upward into the 
shining wet folds of his mistress' vagina.

A warning bell sounded in Ellen's subconscious.  She knew that she should 
run away from this wicked place and these lewd stimulations before her body 
succumbed to the urgent hunger pulsating through it.  But then another 
groan from the lurid motion picture dragged her drugged mind from all 
reasonable considerations once more.

Now the dog had lifted his head from the pleading girl's moistly glistening 
pussy in order to nose her over onto her stomach in servile surrender.  All 
resistance obviously had evaporated under that maddening tongue which had 
so mercilessly lapped her eagerly quivering pussy.  She was completely 
enslaved by the German shepherd panting over her.  Her nakedly trembling 
body was spread-eagled face down on the bed as the huge head lowered again 
and the thick tongue slithered into the exposed crevice between the moaning 
girl's rounded ass-cheeks.  She ground her buttocks toward him lasciviously 
as she reached back to spread the ivory globes and provide full access to 
her tiny puckering anus.

The tongue lashed her for another long vivid moment, and the salacious 
spectacle caused Ellen to feel the aching hunger spread upward from her 
warmly tingling cunt into her passion-swollen breasts.  She was panting now 
for breath as she squirmed down harder against the cushion, pushing the 
wetly swollen lips of her passion-seared pussy against the ridge of 
material as if to quench the terrible fire there.  Mr. Carter's hands 
caressing her throbbing young breasts both thrilled and frightened her.  
She tried with all her might to pull his hand away, but her own hands moved 
only as far as his, her fingers running gently through its thick black 
hairs, and then fell back, lifeless, into her lap.  Feeling as though she 
were about to explode, her glassy eyes reverted again to the film, hoping 
to find relief by looking at something else.

The German shepherd was now nuzzling under the lust-paralyzed girl's naked 
loins, pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the mattress.  
Ellen's eyes widened in disbelief as the head lifted, raising the red-
head's buttocks.  The girl knelt obediently, elevating her trembling white 
ass-cheeks, bending in abject surrender.  The relentless tongue had lashed 
her into servile defeat; crushed her resistance with its vigorous and 
unremitting attack on her sensitive organs.

Ellen's breath was coming in a continuous series of open-mouthed gasps.  
Each lewd event taking place before her virginal eyes seemed more 
astonishing than the last.  The girl in the movie was now on all fours, and 
the huge dog was mounting the spread rounds of her buttocks, its paws on 
her back, his enormous red penis slipping and sliding within and over those 
two glistening white globes of flesh.  The glistening scarlet organ seemed 
to be dripping some sort of liquid as the tapered cock-tip danced 
erotically in her anal crevice.  The huge beast staggered and shifted, 
struggling to bury his thick animal shaft within the red-headed teenager's 
submissively kneeling body.

The girl looked back, sobbing, in what appeared to be excitement and fear, 
as she shifted her softly undulating young buttocks in order to capture the 
lengthening animal rod, striving to sheath the dog within her voraciously 
grasping vagina.  The sharp tip missed, slid up to find her temporally 
relaxed anus, and attempted to enter.  But the girl managed to evade this 
indelicate prod, and the German shepherd returned energetically to the 
attack.  At last the thin point of his penis slid underneath into the soft, 
hair-nested cuntal crevice, rubbing her clitoris.  The hot scarlet of his 
jabbing penis contrasted startlingly with the fevered pink of the girl's 
passion-inflamed cunt, spreading her glistening vaginal lips wider as his 
still unhoused cock slid through them.

Ellen held her breath.  She couldn't believe this was happening.  Maxwell 
Carter's hands seemed to be all over her own excitedly heaving breasts now, 
but she didn't notice anything except the volcanic upheaval in her hot 
young cunt and the action on the motion picture screen.  The dog was still 
attempting to skewer the moaning red-headed girl on his huge, dripping 
instrument.  He growled in frustration as the girl, in desperation, reached 
behind her and grasped the long slippery organ.  Her eyes closed in lust, 
she guided the German shepherd's cock into her moist pink slit until the 
dog began a furious fucking motion that made her cry out with joy and pain 
combined as his incredibly long penis disappeared up into her tight little 
cunt.

Ellen was beyond belief or disbelief.  Everything had become too 
incredible.  The dog shuddered forward and buried his shaft of animal flesh 
deeply up into the teenager's writhing cuntal orifice.  It slithered 
forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls 
swinging in with a loud slap beneath her wide-spread thighs.  A moan of 
relief broke from her joy-twisted lips as she moved rhythmically backwards 
to meet each new thrust of the panting and slavering dog.  His forelegs 
trapped her waist, and she began to undulate her naked young body and 
buttocks in lewd circles, abandoning herself wantonly to this delicious 
animal fucking.  Her face was contorted with rapture and her swaying 
breasts danced erotically beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the 
dog's skewering cock as it buried itself relentlessly like a hot poker up 
inside her taut little belly.

The burning sensation in Ellen's bubbling cunt was increasing madly with 
each additional second she watched the young girl being ravished by the 
dog.  She could feel a trickle of perspiration running from her navel down 
her belly and into her pubic hair.  Its slow, teasing trail caused her to 
squirm her throbbing cuntal crevice down in desperation against the 
cushion, the edge rubbing sensuously against the moist hair-lined flanges 
of her own warmly pulsing pussy.  She bit down hard into her lower lip to 
repress a groan of pure frustration.  Her forehead flushed with 
perspiration and another trickle ran down the fleshy valley between her 
full sensuous breasts which Maxwell had massaged into a quivering 
sensitivity as he clutched her like a man possessed.

Ellen's sexual nerves wen shattered, and her mind whirled in drugged 
indecision.  She knew that she ought to flee and that she had already gone 
too far by not protesting when Mr. Carter squeezed and kneaded her breasts 
beneath her brassiere, but she still wanted to show them that she was not a 
mere child -- and, besides, it felt so goo-dd.

Perhaps it would be all right.  She could still stop Maxwell Carter if he 
did anything more than caressing her like this.  And, anyway, Dominique was 
there, so everything had to be all right.

And then she looked again at Mrs. Carter -- she had fallen back onto the 
couch and was pulling Handsome's snout up into her glistening wet pussy by 
grabbing his ears.

Ellen's face crimsoned.  This was really unbelievable.  Handsome's tongue 
was actually slapping wetly between Dominique's thighs just like what had 
happened up on the screen.  The lewd thought sent another electric tingle 
deep into her belly, and the trembling thirteen year old girl could feel 
the seeping wetness between her own thighs increasing.  Her heart pounded 
like a tom-tom and it reverberated in her hotly throbbing pussy.  She was 
sure Mr. Carter could feel it inside of her softly pliant breast which he 
was digging his tantalizing fingers into.

Her blinking eyes strayed back to the lewdly swaying body of the girl in 
the film.  She was kneeling before the grunting and hunching German 
shepherd as he fucked into her wide-open little cunt with his long scarlet 
penis, and she was completely out of her mind with lust and shouting 
obscene encouragement at the dumb beast through her lust-constricted 
throat.  She was begging him to fuck her harder and to spew his animal cum 
into her cunt.  She yelled that she wanted to be filled with his burning 
hot sperm and that was all that mattered.  The girl was no longer human, 
but a quivering mass of sweating, passion-deranged flesh begging to be 
subjugated.  She was literally reveling in bestiality, and she ground her 
naked young buttocks back against his hairy jerking body just as if she was 
another dog.

Ellen stared with abject fascination.  Rivulets of moisture were building 
in the girl's rotating buttocks as the dog pummeled it.  The sweat 
glistened and ran slowly down the backs of her trembling thighs.

Ellen tried to make it appear as if she was merely changing position as she 
ground her own warmly tingling pussy down into the couch, but increasingly 
she suspected that Maxwell Carter was not fooled.  And it was becoming more 
difficult by the minute to conceal her frustration.  Mr. Carter's hand was 
kneading her breasts with increasing urgency and making her hardened 
nipples throb mightily with guilty pleasure.  She snuggled down closer to 
him, instinctively covering his hands with hers in order to conceal his 
misbehavior from his wife.  Handsome was continuing to lap loudly at his 
mistress' pussy, making rapid thrusts with his spear-pointed tongue.

Dominique's eyes were glazed with sensuality in the dim light, and she 
ground her pelvis upward into the dog's face with great determination, 
snorting and muttering obscene oaths of encouragement as Handsome licked at 
her wide-spread vagina.  Still, Ellen had no wish to test the force of the 
older woman's jealousy, and, truthfully, she was enjoying Mr. Carter's 
expert caresses of her warmly tingling breasts.

Ellen squirmed down harder against the cushion.  Mr. Carter had turned 
toward her and dropped his other hand to her bared knee, then slipping it 
up toward the full firmness of her thigh.  She had frozen momentarily at 
this unexpected gentle touch on her sensitive teenage flesh.  Now he was 
pushing up the hem of her skirt; then his searching hand was halfway up to 
her panties before she got hold of herself and blocked him by dropping her 
hand to her lap and tightly clenching her thighs.  She held on to his 
wrist, not daring to look at him while her eyes darted to the unspeakably 
unnatural behavior continuing between Dominique and Handsome.  She tried to 
ascertain if Mrs. Carter had noticed anything between herself and Maxwell, 
but it was difficult to tell.  She probably had not, inasmuch as her 
eyelids were fluttering and she seemed totally engrossed in the tongue of 
her dog so eagerly lapping at her own genitals.  Still Ellen gradually 
forced Carter's hand back down, pushing her skirt with it until she was 
completely covered again.

But his other hand settled immediately in her lap.  She tried to hold it, 
but it was strong and it moved away, kneading the softness of her taut 
little belly under the thin material of her sweater and dropping lower to 
tease the light sprinkling of pussy hair at the base of her stomach.  His 
tormenting fingers rotated against her pubic mound but were unable to go 
lower because of her tightly pressed thighs.  She pressed her buttocks down 
harder against the couch, knowing that he would think she was trying to rub 
the rough edge of the cushion secretly into her seeping vaginal slit.

The hot flood between her thighs was so heavy now that it was wetting her 
skirt, and she could feel the warm moisture on her trembling ass-cheeks as 
she pressed down harder to feed the lewd pleasure churning in her loins and 
pussy lips.  As his fingers gently smoothed her fevered flesh, the innocent 
teenager became confused as to whether or not to give way to the fierce 
waves of pleasure that were washing over her hot young flesh.  Thus far 
everything was wickedly enjoyable -- with no danger, because Dominique 
Carter was present.  She grasped Mr. Carter's wrist -- but did not try 
further to stop him.  Now his fingers were moving about freely, teasing her 
excitedly throbbing vagina and lower belly mercilessly through the thin 
material of her passion-soaked panties and skirt.

Ellen closed her eyes and sighing, resigned herself to the delightful 
sensations that were rolling through her pleasure-drenched body.  Then she 
gasped in surprise -- for suddenly Mr. Carter shifted his hand from her lap 
to underneath the side of her buttocks.  And all the time his handsome 
worldly face watched the film on the screen as if nothing was going on.

What could she do?  His left hand was now wedged between her ass-cheeks and 
the seat, with his outstretched middle finger working its way slowly up 
between her buttocks cleft to her dampened panties.  Now she could feel his 
finger tickling the wildly tingling lips of her wet young cunt.  If she 
moved to push him away she would have to drop her hand which was concealing 
his pleasantly kneading fingers on her quivering breasts.  And any struggle 
would certainly attract his wife's attention.

She dropped one hand slowly to grasp his wrist under her squirming 
buttocks, but that didn't seem to stop him; he merely continued his 
ruthless teasing of her sensitive thirteen year old vagina, his finger 
probing at her moistly pulsing slit through the thin skirt and panties.  
She couldn't do any more without creating a scene, so Ellen resigned 
herself -- with secret relief -- to his lewdly thrilling caresses of her 
virginal cunt.

She squirmed slightly away as his extended middle finger continued its 
gentle stroking motion, pushing the folds of her skirt up into her hotly 
throbbing crevice.  Gushes of shame washed through her at the waves of 
indecent pleasure that were inundating her loins and killing her will to 
resist.

Maxwell's hand became bolder as he sensed the cute blonde girl's impending 
surrender.  He hooked his middle finger to slide her skirt up the backs of 
her thighs in order to penetrate the soft moistness of her nylon panties 
beneath.

But this was lunacy.  She couldn't possibly be enjoying herself: She had to 
resist with everything she had in her.  What was happening to her?

Ellen bit down hard into her lower lip, glancing at Dominique again, who 
was moaning with rapture at Handsome's lingual administrations and ignoring 
them completely.

The virginal thirteen year old blonde could feel her skirt rising faster 
now, and she gasped aloud as Mr. Carter's hand was suddenly covering all of 
the wet crotch band of her panties and snaking under the elastic leg band 
to stroke the wetly quivering lips of her pussy.  She writhed her ass-
cheeks down against his finger and held her breath for fear a moan of 
delight might escape her.

Her entire young body quivered as the invading finger tickled the hotly 
lubricated softness of its tender walls.  She could feel its slick moisture 
covering the palm of his hand beneath her grinding buttocks as it crept 
inexorably upward into her quaking cuntal crevice.

Maxwell's middle finger was quickly joined by another, and then they were 
moving in tantalizing circles inside of her, expanding her tight little 
vaginal aperture with each titillating rotation.  Ellen felt as if she were 
going out of her mind; she didn't see how she could stand this loins-
shattering teasing for one more second.  This rippling fire raging so 
maddeningly throughout her undulating young cunt, together with the feeling 
his fingers fucking up into her hopelessly open and vulnerable vagina 
without mercy, was increased by a hundred-fold by the bestial scene in 
front of her on the motion picture screen, where the helpless red-head was 
being fucked into a moaning mindlessness by the big dog.  And, oh God, to 
make everything even worse, this man's wife was being licked in the cunt by 
her German shepherd!

Suddenly there was a loud cry from up on the screen.  The other teenager 
was twisting her head from side to side wildly, her long reddish chestnut 
hair churning on the mattress.  She was in the opening throes of a climax, 
and she screwed her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks back greedily against the 
dog, out of her mind with lust.  The enormous beast's tongue hung laxly out 
of the corner of his mouth as he skewered into the moaning girl, his saliva 
dripping all over her glistening back.  She shrieked with an insane joy and 
back against him as he shuddered forward, driving his long animal cock to 
the hilt in her nakedly gyrating pussy, and began spewing his hot animal 
cum deep up inside her belly, his penis spitting in hard spurts against the 
back walls of her urgently clasping vaginal walls.  Ellen watched in 
fascination as the girl began sobbing and her rounded buttocks contracted 
involuntarily, signaling her own orgasmic upheaval.  A stream of viscous 
white liquid oozed from her snugly clenching young cunt which was squeezing 
the dog's molten red penis.  Thin trails of pearl-colored cum ran down the 
back of her trembling thighs, and her ass-cheeks glistened as she pitched 
forward on her face, exhausted.

Ellen's breath was coming in rasping pants as she watched the German 
shepherd's rapidly deflating cock slip from the girl's mauled passage with 
a sucking sound that echoed lewdly through the room.  The girl had passed 
into a sweet oblivion, and the dog stood above her wagging his tail with 
obvious appreciation, and then lay contentedly down between her open legs, 
his huge muzzle nuzzling gently within the soft hair-covered "vee" of her 
ravished loins.

Chapter 5

Ellen could not repress a deeply felt sigh of relief as the ending titles 
came up on the firm and finally it blanked off into oblivion with a slight 
clicking sound and then the resulting darkness.

The aroused thirteen year old buxom blonde shook out her long honey-gold 
hair.  She felt all choked up, and could not remember when she had ever 
seen anything so sexually stimulating in her life.  To actually see a 
beautiful young girl subjugated by a savage watchdog was far beyond 
anything she had ever imagined or heard of.  But what was most amazing -- 
the girl had obviously enjoyed it.

She looked around in Dominique and Handsome's direction, but the library 
was darker now, and all she could make out was some labored breathing and 
isolated slurping sounds as the big German shepherd continued his 
relentless lapping of Mrs. Carter's pussy.  It was with relief and regret 
that she felt Maxwell's fingers slip from her tortured young cunt and his 
hand slide from beneath her.  He got up and the couch sagged on her side as 
he went off to attend to the whirring projector.  She pulled down her skirt 
guiltily and tried to shift the wetness between her thighs by moving about 
somewhat.

She turned crimson as the lights went on again and there was her vastly-
admired Dominique pushing her dress down and forcing Handsome's snout away 
from the naked pink flesh up between her widespread legs as if nothing had 
happened.  The blushing blonde girl struggled mightily to look as 
nonchalant as a thirteen year old could look in such circumstances.  She 
still dreaded looking foolish before her friends, and maybe after all this 
was just what adults were always doing and there was nothing peculiar about 
it.  Certainly her mother's secret adventures with Billy had disabused her 
of some of her illusions.

"Well," said Maxwell Carter, coming back and sitting down beside her again 
as he lit another cigarette.  "That was some really hot cunt up there, 
wouldn't you say, Ellen?  She'll want nothing but dogs from now on, I 
wager.  What do you think?"

Ellen was struck speechless.  The cigarettes Maxwell Carter had forced 
between her lips and the bubbly champagne she had drunk all combined now to 
make her feel slightly numb, giddy and nauseous.  Then the ensuing 
sensuality had left her loins in a hopelessly churning state of unrest and 
titillation.  There had been nothing in her previous experience to prepare 
her for his question.

Dominique and Maxwell laughed condescendingly and Ellen forced a smile.  
She had never felt so embarrassed in her life, and her memory of how near 
she had come willfully giving up her virginity made her blush furiously and 
unable to face Mr. Carter.  It was true then!  Her mother's sensual blood 
ran hotly in her veins.  There was no evading it!  A wave of revulsion 
swept over her as she considered how she had allowed Mr. Carter to fondle 
her body during the movie.  And Dominique appeared to feel no shame 
whatever over her behavior with Handsome --

What had come over them?

Dominique lay down on the couch again, this time spreading her legs wide-
open so that Ellen could guiltily glimpse the way her stockings were 
attached to her garters -- with no panties above!  She could see very 
clearly the soft nest of auburn pubic hair wherein Handsome had been 
licking; it was still glistening.  "Any woman who's had a dog doesn't want 
anything else after that, lover.  But Ellen's too young to understand that.  
Why, she's probably still a virgin -- aren't you, little sweetheart?"

"Why, I --"  The way Dominique said it made her feel so inadequate, so 
inferior.  She wanted to protest somehow.

"Ellen's just like a head of lettuce," joked Maxwell Carter.  "Cold and 
green."

"Well, then it's time she learned," said Dominique.  She grabbed Handsome's 
ears and pulled his snout back up between her open legs.  "Once you've had 
your cunt lapped by one of these animals -- especially Handsome -- I 
guarantee you'll never think of anything else, Ellen.  And once he's fucked 
you -- you won't be able to think of anything else, period."

Cunt.  Fucked.  Oh God, why did they use these terrible words that Ellen 
had always been taught were dirty?  Only bad girls at school used such 
words.  And yet tonight she was finding them stimulating.  She couldn't 
deny the new wash of hot fluid through her loins as these erotic words were 
brought into play.

"I -- I think I'd better go home now," she stammered awkwardly, summoning 
all of her courage through all of her fear.  Tears were forming in the 
corners of her bright blue eyes.

"Oh for God's sake, Ellen," Mr. Carter said impatiently.  "You've got to 
stop behaving like a little baby."

"Or we just won't invite you here any more," echoed Dominique, lowering the 
boom.

"I saw you rubbing your hot little pussy down against that seat like your 
cunt was on fire, young lady," Carter went on.  "You're not fooling anyone 
here."

"I saw it, too, Maxwell," said Dominique.  "And I also noticed that you had 
your finger up inside her steaming little cunt as well."

Ellen gasped at the realization that Dominique had seen her shamelessness.  
She dropped her face in her hands, sobbing piteously, unable to believe she 
had fallen so far in such a short time!

Suddenly she felt Dominique's slender fingers in her long blonde hair and 
on her cheeks, smoothing the tears away.

"There there, dear," the older woman said above her.  "It's nothing to get 
upset about.  All real women feel a need to fuck when a handsome man like 
Maxwell slides his finger up inside their pussy.  It's only natural.  Come 
on now, let's dry our tears.  Maybe it's best if we freshen up a bit."

Dominique took the ashamedly weeping young girl's hand and led her gently 
out of the library and across the foyer to the bathroom.  Her arm draped 
sympathetically over the teenage blonde's shoulder as she sobbed.  Once in 
the powder room she made a cold washcloth and pressed it gently to Ellen's 
forehead.

"There dear, does that feel better?"

Ellen groaned with self pity and threw herself into her adult friend's 
arms.  "Oh, Dominique, I'm so ashamed.  I -- I don't know what came over 
me!"

Dominique laughed.  "Don't be silly, darling.  All it means is that you're 
growing up.  But you'll be grown up even more once you stop feeling ashamed 
of her body and what it needs.  You're a big girl, now, Ellen, and you've 
got to learn that there's nothing evil about enjoying sex.  So just swim 
with it, darling.  Let it carry you along."

Dominique patted her shoulder.  "Now get a hold of yourself.  Let's not 
spoil what was developing into a perfectly lovely evening."

Ellen agreed reluctantly and they managed to get her cleaned up.  Then they 
returned to the library.  The lushly proportioned teenager blushed at the 
thought of having to face Mr. Carter again after what she'd let him do, but 
she decided to fight childishness and try to be more adult the way the 
Carters wanted.  They were, after all, her friends, and had made her 
happier in Kenilworth than anybody else she knew.

Mr. Carter had put on some soft stereo music and that did help to make her 
feel more relaxed.  Although a deep sense of shame continued to pervade her 
being that resisted all attempts at ouster.

But one would never have known from Mr. Carter's demeanor that anything had 
happened between them.  He looked perfectly casual as he sipped his Scotch 
and passed her a Coca-Cola.  She was grateful that they weren't any longer 
giving her champagne, as she was afraid she might pass out if she had any 
more.  She was feeling decidedly woozy.  The curious-tasting cigarettes 
they had given her hadn't worn off either, nor had the furious tingle in 
her loins.  She felt light-headed as a flower.  Then she glanced over Mr. 
Carter's shoulder to where he was spreading out some photographs in front 
of him on the marble-topped coffee table.

And the young girl gasped, almost dropping her-Coke.  For the first picture 
she focused on showed a woman's face in a strained circle around a man's 
hardened penis.

Chapter 6

She had heard of women who did this, and had even heard some rough girls 
joking in the school toilet about it, but she had never expected to 
actually see someone doing such an obscenely wicked thing.  The woman's 
mouth was stretched so wide Ellen wondered how she kept from choking on the 
huge penis, for her lips were locked on the thick shaft of male flesh as if 
they would never let go.  The part exiting from her mouth was heavily 
ridged with blue veins.  God, the young teenage blonde could almost feel it 
pulsating in her own suddenly salivating mouth.

A ripple of excitement coursed through Ellen's loins as she considered its 
size.  She clasped her legs tightly together and wondered involuntarily 
what it would be like to have something that big shoved up inside her 
little vaginal opening.  She breathed with hurried, guilty excitement as 
Mr. Carter flipped over the next photograph.  In this one the same woman 
was sitting on a sofa with her feet flat on the floor and her legs spread 
wide apart.  A German shepherd had his snout between her thighs, and Ellen 
could see very clearly his long red tongue curling into the flushing pink 
lips of her vagina.  The girl's mouth gaped at the lewd sight.  This was 
exactly what Handsome had been doing to Dominique, what the dog had done in 
the movie.  Despite her best will, the sight of this depraved act was 
fiercely exciting.  She could feel a hot moistness seeping again through 
her pussy lips as she took a nervous sip from her Coke.  Her hands were 
trembling.

"Like that, huh?" Maxwell Carter asked, a devilish smirk on his face as he 
held up the picture.

"Well, I --" Ellen was becoming confused again.  She could not think of the 
right things to say.  The entire aura of sensuality in the house had so 
permeated her impressionable young being that she could no longer 
accurately define what was right and what was wrong.

She could feel the lewd stirrings in her loins beginning all over again, 
and she involuntarily ground her buttocks down against the seat to quiet 
the lascivious tingle.

"Look at this girl's face," said Carter.  "Obviously she's enjoying having 
her cunt licked, wouldn't you say?"

"I -- I -- yes, yes, she is," Ellen breathed tremulously, her budding young 
breasts heaving with emotion.  And then she began panting again as Carter 
showed her another photo -- that of a girl on a bed, three pillows under 
her hips, with her legs spread wide apart and a German shepherd between 
them on his haunches, his enormous cock sunk all the way into her up-lifted 
vagina.  The camera angle showed clearly his thick pink penis disappearing 
into the hair-fringed folds of her cunt.  Almost buried to the hilt, only a 
small stretch was still showing, wet and shining.  The girl's face was 
twisted into the most depraved portrait of ecstasy Ellen had ever seen.

Oh ... oh ... how she must feel.

Ellen had slid down hypnotized into the deep warmth of the couch again, and 
scarcely noticed Mr. Carter's hand on her shoulder as she concentrated on 
the obscene position of the dog and the girl in the photograph.  The now-
familiar aching hunger inside her quivering young pussy was expanding 
again, spreading from her stomach upwards into her hardening nipples.  She 
shuddered as Mr. Carter's finger teased again down toward the "vee" of her 
sweater, through which the deeply breathing mounds of her breasts were seen 
moving in shapely unrest.  And then his hand was moving determinedly inside 
her brassiere, cupping her naked left mound of softly resilient flesh and 
massaging it into a greater sensitivity.

Her breathing became more labored now and she twisted frantically into the 
cushion, attempting to extinguish that swiftly growing fire.  Mr. Carter 
chuckled and began showing her more and more photographs, each one more 
lewd than the last.  His lips had dropped to her ear and he was sensually 
whispering what the photographed couples were doing in lust-inciting terms.  
Then he whispered moist entreaties using words that were positively filthy 
and yet savagely exciting.  "How would you like me to do that to you?  Look 
at that girl's face ... she loves it.  So will you!"  Ellen rubbed her 
thighs tightly together in a last determined effort to avoid the temptation 
that was building up inside her wetly throbbing pussy.  Her passion and 
alcohol-distorted brain told her implicitly that she should flee 
immediately or she would not be able to fight the desire that was tugging 
at the very core of her rippling young belly.

"Please ... Maxwell ..." she tried to protest, her heart beating like a 
runaway train.  "What will ... what will Mrs. Carter say ..."

"Let her get her own girl," he muttered, and one hand reached into her 
golden hair and pulled her head toward him until she could not escape his 
hungry French kiss.  She felt his heated tongue plunging into her mouth and 
almost all the way down her throat until she almost gagged.  It lapped at 
the sides, top and bottom of her mouth, and some instinct in her loins 
forced her to suck on it.  It tasted not at all bad, and she had to realize 
guiltily that she actually liked it.  His tongue reminded her of a big fat 
penis like the one she had seen Billy putting inside of her mother.  A 
shudder of alarm momentarily flickered through her passion-drenched loins, 
but then her will to flee faded and was replaced by pure animal desire, 
magnified by a savage curiosity which glued her to the couch as she saw 
what Handsome and Dominique were doing.

Apparently Mrs. Carter had removed all her clothes while she wasn't 
looking, and now was engaged in the same sort of depravity that Ellen had 
seen only dimly in the darkness during the motion picture.

Dominique was nakedly spread-eagled over the chaise lounge not six feet 
away, her auburn head rolling back and forth, her face contorted in an 
agony of sexual delight.  Handsome's big body was wedged between her 
widespread legs, and he was running his tongue moistly up and down her 
sensually quivering flesh.  He lapped at her ripely heaving breasts until 
they glistened and then traced a shining path down to the flat plane of her 
stomach.  Dominique writhed in passionate delight beneath his animal 
caress, her long hair flailing from side to side across her lust-contorted 
face.  Her hands tangled tightly in Handsome's sleek fur, pulling his skin 
up in great bunches as she guided his muzzle from one erotically tingling 
part of her body to another -- from breasts to vagina and even to her 
wildly puckering anus.

Ellen leaned forward to grip the edges of the coffee table until her hands 
ached.  She could not believe what was happening, but she had to look, 
regardless of how lewd Dominique's behavior was.  The scene was positively 
mesmerizing.

Maxwell pressed a lit brown cigarette to her lips and she drew deeply 
without hesitation, not even coughing this time.  The sweet, acrid smoke of 
the marijuana curled into her lungs like a soothing syrup, sweeping away 
all trace of revulsion.  Her head lightened, and she shut her eyes tightly 
as each drag burned its way down into her pulsating little pussy.  Then 
after several deep inhalations she found she could no longer deny the 
primitively intoxicating nature of what she was seeing.

Dominique was beautiful, after all, with all that wealth of long auburn 
hair, proudly uptilted breasts and long slender legs.  Why wouldn't 
Handsome want to lick her blushing pink cuntal furrow?  Anybody would!  
Ellen gazed in intoxicated rapture at the enchanting woman spread open in 
animal sacrifice on the chaise lounge, where the closed side had been 
unhinged, let down, and made into a bed.  Her German shepherd appeared to 
have worked her up to a fever pitch, and Dominique's mouth was hanging open 
once more with rapture, her glassy, lust-smoked eyes rolling upward into 
her skull until she looked as if she were dying from ecstasy.

Handsome had placed himself in position over her roughly rising and falling 
belly.  His face was hanging within inches of her sparsely curled pubic 
mound, his forepaws pressing into her sleek trembling thighs.  He worked 
his nose in and out of her wetly glistening cunt and Dominique moaned with 
increasing fervor.  Ellen gasped again as his long pink tongue lashed out 
and parted the hair-fringed furrow of the older woman's vagina with one 
long, swiping lick.  The dainty bud of Dominique's clitoris was clearly 
visible, throbbing with hardness and desire just above the stretched 
elastic opening of her vaginal entrance.  Her moist red slit seemed to 
shine and trickle more with every lick of Handsome's talented tongue, which 
flicked maddeningly at the quivering little nub of raw lust at the top of 
her furrow.  Dominique's body shuddered; she sighed as her legs clamped 
snugly about the furry head, imprisoning his alert animal ears in a vise-
like grip.  Then her pelvis began a slow up and down fucking movement in 
rhythm to the probings from between her tightly clenched teeth.  She 
appeared trapped in a mindless fit of uncontrolled licentiousness as her 
full sensuous breasts bobbled like a belly dancer's.

Even as Mrs. Carter's voluptuous body was twisting lustfully to the 
depraved lapping of her loins, Ellen's magnificently proportioned torso 
began an involuntary swaying in time to that of Dominique's.

Maxwell Carter's hands were all over the blonde teenager's now, and he was 
massaging and cupping her breasts in a titillating circular motion that 
made her squirm her trembling young ass-cheeks into the cushion.  Abruptly 
he pulled her up onto his lap.  She didn't resist, but only rubbed herself 
snugly down onto the hard thick bulge beneath her.  The throbbing thickness 
of it pressed through her skirt into the crevice of her buttocks, causing 
the thin folds of bunched material to grate heavenly against her sensitive 
little anus.  Warm spasms of pure pleasure were sent rippling up through 
her churning belly and right into the hard rising nipples of her thirteen 
year old breasts.

The final shattered remnants of her vow to run faded into nothingness as 
she felt his hand leave her breast and gently lower the zipper that ran 
down the back of her sweater.  Then he undid the zipper on her skirt as 
well, and his hands slipped unimpeded inside her clothes.  He pushed the 
snug restricting brassiere up and away from her ripely swollen breasts.  
Then his hands greedily cupped her throbbing mounds as they came free of 
their nylon confinement, trapping her hypersensitive nipples between thumb 
and forefinger, squeezing until excruciating sensations dredged a cry of 
pained delight and surprised pleasure from her wetly parted lips.  He 
jerked upward, sinking his covered masculinity deeper into the panty-
covered split of her involuntarily undulating buttocks.

Ellen couldn't help push back onto his rapidly lengthening thickness as she 
watched Mrs. Carter with wide-eyed wonder.  Handsome's tongue was 
continuing to drag groan after wanton groan from the gorgeous auburn-
tressed woman.  Then Ellen noticed something else -- Handsome's long red 
penis had begun lengthening out of its furry sheath, and it seemed to be 
wagging dangerously beneath his slender stomach.  It looked hard as a tree 
stump, and was enormously thick and evil-looking.  The young girl gasped as 
he suddenly leaped atop his mistress, after viewing the movie she knew what 
was about to happen.  But instead Handsome straddled his eagerly trembling 
legs over the panting woman's face.  Dominique jerked as the well-trained 
dog stuck his front paw against her wetly heated cunt and rotated it, 
teasing the sensitive vaginal walls until she cried out in a moan of 
lascivious surrender and struggled up onto her elbows, her face only inches 
away from his belly and visibly quivering scarlet penis.

Her fingers gripped his long moist cock and pulled it toward her wetly 
parted lips as her mouth struggled to meet it.  Her tongue darted out and 
teasingly licked at its glistening underside, then even more hungrily at 
the oozing open hole in its tip.  A thin string of lubricant seeping from 
it stretched across her chin as she licked greedily up and down the animal 
shaft.

The muscles in Ellen's body were as taut as bow strings as she reacted to 
maddening fondling of Mr. Carter's hot fingers.  She jerked as his hand 
trailed a slow, teasing trail down her passion-tightened belly and inserted 
itself into the elastic band of her white nylon panties, teasing 
thrillingly at her sparse blonde pussy hair rising from the "vee" at the 
top of her thighs.  His knowledgeable hand played for a moment, then slid 
downward into the moist, ready slit up between her legs, the nail scraping 
gently at the sensitive little bud of her clitoris and making her cry out 
with the electricity of that sensation.  She shuddered and jerked as his 
outstretched middle finger insinuated itself further into her eagerly 
throbbing flesh, parting her pussy lips to snake inside the seeping cuntal 
mouth, sending wild shocks of forbidden pleasure racing through her still 
immature nervous system.  His virilely pulsating penis was pressed deeply 
into the well moistened crevice of her buttocks now, and throbbing with a 
life all its own.  She ground back against it, becoming imprisoned 
licentiously -- deliciously -- as his invading middle finger slipped 
through the sealskin-smooth wetness of her tight little cunt.

Maxwell Carter began a gentle rocking motion to which her own body 
responded enthusiastically.  There was a deep gurgling from Dominique's 
throat as Handsome, his tail wagging and one forepaw still playing in her 
hair-lined pussy, pumped his haunches forward to bury his long animal cock 
deep into her gaping mouth.  Ellen held her breath, unable to believe 
Dominique wouldn't choke from the sheer size of the organ rammed between 
her moistly ovalled lips.  But she sucked at it hungrily as though she had 
waited all her life for just this wonderful moment.  Her cheeks hollowed on 
the out-stroke, expanded obscenely on the in-stroke, and her eyes were 
glazed with a wild ecstatic film of primitive lust more erotic than blue 
eye shadow.

The rawness of the lewd scene before Ellen drew a little moan of helpless 
surrender from the golden-tressed thirteen year old as she felt the liquid 
passion of her own wildly quivering pussy increase its flow, drenching Mr. 
Carter's fingers and hand with its sticky moisture.

She could feel Maxwell's long thick penis jerking under his pants, inching 
inexorably upward into the cleft between her ass-cheeks.  The sight of Mrs. 
Carter obscenely sucking on Handsome's animal penis was obviously just as 
exciting to Mr. Carter as it was to her, and she gasped in delight as his 
moist tongue licked at the inside of her ear.  Then he whispered, "Bend 
over on the floor -- I'm going to fuck you in the ass."

"Oh no, please don't!  No, I can't!  Please ... Mr. Carter!  Maxwell!" she 
panted, unable to stop the rhythmic rocking of her vagina over his passion-
drenched fingers.

"I'm going to fuck you good, Little Miss Virgin," he whispered huskily.  
"And we can watch Handsome fucking Dominique at the same time.  Come on 
now.  Down on the floor."

The lewd words excited her strangely, and through her drugged gaze she 
groaned in surrender as he pushed her now naked upper body over the marble 
coffee table, squashing her ripe young breasts out on either side as her 
defenselessly open buttocks presented itself to him.  Her muscles felt like 
rubber, and she was forced to support herself by placing her hands on the 
floor.

Her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks waved in the air behind her, and she 
shuddered as she felt Mr. Carter's hands lifting her skirt above her hips.  
He bunched it around her wasp-like waist, then drew her flimsy white nylon 
panties down over her nakedly trembling buttocks and let them hang at her 
knees.

A cool rush of air hit her backside and she flushed with shame.  Her whole 
rear end was exposed to him, waving back in lewd invitation to any 
humiliation he might choose to inflict.  She heard the metallic sound of 
his zipper behind her as Mr. Carter opened his fly and his long thick penis 
burst into an eager freedom.  He dropped to his knees behind her straining 
white buttocks and licked moistly down the entire length of her sweating 
cleft, pausing only to flick the tip of his tongue into the tight puckered 
ring of her anus.

''Oh ... oh ... no ... you mustn't," she groaned as the tantalizing licking 
invaded her vitals, driving her almost insane with desire.  She quivered 
back against his tongue, screwing her buttocks in small circles around and 
around in order to feel the delicious oral rape of her virginal loins.

So dazed and lust-enslaved was the young blonde that she didn't notice when 
Dominique got up abruptly from the chaise lounge and pulled the 
disappointed German shepherd over to her backside by holding his collar.  
There was scarcely a second of delay as Maxwell drew his face away from her 
burning crevice, and the big, well-trained dog's tongue lashed out to 
flicker electrically at Ellen's wildly puckering little anus.  The 
cuddlesome thirteen year old groaned again, not noticing the change except 
for the fact that, if anything, the titillating licking of her organs felt 
all the more wonderful now.

Ellen had never known anything like this feeling.  It seemed to consume the 
whole of her sensually awakening being until there was nothing of interest 
in the entire universe but that wonderful tongue-lashing.  Wild thoughts of 
Handsome and his great slobbering tongue slithering over Dominique's moist, 
hair-lined furrow ran through her mind even though she didn't know it was 
he.  All she knew for sure was that her ripening teenage flesh reveled in 
this lewd tingling pleasure until she felt as if she might explode from it.

Meanwhile Handsome slithered his tongue up her moist crevice again and 
again as Maxwell Carter went to the wall and pressed a secret button that 
started several motion picture cameras going at once.  Then Dominique 
signaled to the powerful German shepherd, who abruptly ran his tongue over 
Ellen's ass-cheeks to the base of her spine, then followed the bony ridges 
up her back until this progress was halted by the bunched skirt around her 
tiny waist.

Then he stood, straddling her legs awkwardly, and placed his forepaws on 
her, his long scarlet penis thrusting up into the split of her widespread 
buttocks, his tapered cock-head bumping rubberishly between her straining 
ass-cheeks.

It scarcely registered that Handsome's paws were on her shoulder blades and 
that his panting and saliva was dripping in back of her.  Ellen was still 
thinking of Mr. Carter and of what a wonderful tongue he had.  When what 
she assumed was his penis began bumping around in the moistened cleft of 
her nether passage, a savage thrill of delighted expectation coursed 
through her nakedly quivering flesh.  But this quickly changed to abject 
fear.

Oh no!  He's too big! she thought.  He'll split me open!

Her buttocks cringed forward, drawing away from the dog's rubbery-tipped 
cock, but the long animal penis followed.  She panted hollowly as he worked 
himself into position, painfully aware that there was nowhere else she 
could go.  Her naked young body was trapped between the coffee table and 
the searching instrument behind her.

Oh good lord!  Mr. Carter would split her!  He was trying to impale her!

And then Maxwell's hands actually were around the tops of her thighs, 
gripping them tightly, his fingers parting the soft white flesh so that 
Handsome could get his fiercely jerking cock inside of her hot young 
wetness.

"Reach behind -- put it in," he whispered to her from behind.

"No, I can't," she whimpered.  "Please don't make me, Mr. Carter.  It'll 
hurt."

"Only for a little while.  And then it will feel wonderful!  Hurry!"

"No!"

She winced as one of his hands slapped her bottom smartly, a smack which 
seemed to only drive her desire still higher into her breasts.  "Put it in, 
I say.  Put it in now!"

Ellen whimpered and tears of humiliation fell from her lower eyelids to 
drip down over her cheeks.  He was squeezing her thigh flesh so painfully 
she wouldn't be able to stand it for another moment.  Anything would be 
less painful than that savage grip.  In desperation she reached behind her 
for what she took to be his penis, found Handsome's long slick organ, and 
closed her hand over it with more tenderness than she should have allowed.

It was enormous!  Far bigger and hotter and wetter than she had imagined!  
She could never possibly take it all!

But he squeezed her again, this time bringing a louder, longer squeal of 
pain from her tortured young lips.  She tearfully placed the well-
lubricated cock-head underneath her legs and into the snug elastic opening 
of her burning young cunt, biting down hard on her lip to keep from 
sobbing.  She could feel the penis gradually working its way against her 
fearfully cringing pussy lips, parting them and then moving slowly inside 
through the tight ring of flesh which had guarded her virginity for so 
long.  And then, just as she felt a wonderful stretching of her loins, her 
ass-cheeks were swept further apart, and she could feel hairy haunches 
jogging against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.

"No!  No!" she screamed as realization abruptly hit her.  But it was too 
late!  The dog's fiercely hard penis rammed with mind-shattering force 
against her tough little hymen, then broke on through.  His long thick cock 
slithered up into her hotly pulsating passage like the trunk of a tree, 
thrusting into the warm wet walls of her vainly resisting vagina.  She 
could feel his entire animal penis thrusting forward through her painfully 
stretched cunt lips and up into her belly, slowly and teasingly sweeping 
aside the softly curling strands of her sparse blonde pubic hair as it 
penetrated further and further.  Finally the heavy weight of his dog loins 
smashed against her frantically squirming buttocks, scratching her naked 
ass-cheeks with his bristly hair, forcing her down flat on her belly 
against the coffee table.

Sob after sob shuddered through her naked young flesh as the ultimate 
humiliation was pummeled into her.  "Aaarggghhh," she shrieked once when 
his thrusts became too savage.  It seemed as if her cuntal channel was on 
fire.  The dog's penis penetrated her like a great drill looking for oil, 
and it did find all the lubricant it needed.  For despite her initial 
revulsion, Ellen was still very much a female.

She struggled and wiggled her fleshy little ass-cheeks as if to escape the 
brutal impalement, but it was no use.  The panting German shepherd's cock 
was now buried up inside her tightly clasping pussy, and all the while 
motion picture cameras whirred above and Dominique circled her 
vampireishly, snapping Polaroid's one right after the other.

"I -- I hate you both," she gritted through tightly clenched teeth, but 
this only seemed to produce hilarity on the part of her adult friends.

"You'll love us before the night is over," Maxwell giggled, not pausing in 
his snap-shooting for a moment.  He was taking photographs of her from 
every possible angle.

Her lips opened and closed in virginal torment, for it felt as though the 
dog's long slender penis had penetrated all the way up into her throat.  
She moaned and twisted, trying to escape the pain his tunneling rod of 
flesh was inflicting on her.

And then suddenly, there was something else to worry about.  Through the 
daze of her ravishment and the long blonde hair that was swinging all 
around her sex glazed eyes, she suddenly felt her lips being parted by a 
thick, hot rubbery club.  The sultry elastic ring of her lips clung 
involuntarily as Maxwell Carter's penis came sawing up into her mouth, his 
hands strong on the back of her head as he forced her sweating young face 
forward.

The older man was sitting in some sort of low, cushiony chair.  As her 
golden hair swung out of her eyes from time to time she could make out his 
lewd grin of triumph above her as he fucked his long hard cock in and out 
of her mouth.  And strangely enough, she was even beginning to enjoy the 
ruthless double-barreled screwing that man and dog were subjecting her to.  
The pain in her vagina was gradually subsiding, and each fresh thrust and 
withdrawal of Handsome's blood-swollen penis now brought a low mewl of 
pleasure from her helplessly sucking mouth.  The young blonde girl was 
equally surprised by the fact that the hotly throbbing cock in her mouth 
seemed to taste delicious, and she could no longer remember why she had 
been revolted by it initially.

Eagerly she began sucking and licking at Maxwell's thick tasty penis like a 
child devouring a candy cane.  She put her hands on his buttocks and pulled 
him toward her until each stroke of his hot hard penis sliding down her 
throat made her gag.  She felt him stiffening, felt his wildly jerking cock 
begin to swell in her mouth, heard him cursing.  Then, without warning, his 
thick spuming cum spurted down her throat, filling her gluttonously sucking 
mouth until a stream of white hot fluid streamed from both sides of her 
mouth and flowed down over her chin.  Ellen could not remember when she had 
ever tasted anything so delicious!  As Maxwell 's body jerked and 
shuddered, spurting out hot jets of sperm, she could hear his soft 
wondering curses and moans of pleasure as he gave himself over entirely to 
his orgasm.

Behind her, gasping and panting slavishly, Handsome rocked rhythmically but 
gently in and out of the tight clasping confines of her cunt.  Frantic 
thrills of unmeasureable pleasure coursed through her straining teenage 
flesh.  She began to undulate her buttocks lasciviously behind her in 
rhythm to the long animal cock that was fucking into her defenseless young 
body from behind.

Her nostrils flared with uncontrollable passion.  "Oh God," she snorted, 
almost whinnying with pleasure.  "Go on.  I like it.  I like it.  Don't 
stop.  Oh, oh, oh. OHHHHHH!"

Panting with lust, the big German shepherd lapped at her sleek white back 
and fucked in and out of her hot little cunt with long hard strokes that 
seemed to receive their momentum from the very depths of his staggering 
toes.  The soft fleshy ridges inside her super-heated vagina gave way 
before the merciless onslaught of his piston-like instrument.  The folds of 
her wet cuntal flesh clung affectionately to his rampaging instrument and 
soft explosive moans of forbidden pleasure broke from her lips as if she 
was having the wind knocked out of her.  The intelligent beast rotated his 
long slippery penis around inside of her, drawing yelps of joy with each 
mind-jarring bump.  Her squeezing pussy lips gripped his rigidity like warm 
elastic, her sheath pulsating with sheer lascivious pleasure.

Ellen's eyes fluttered, hopelessly glazed over with passion.  She spread 
her thighs wider, moving her feet apart with difficulty due to the silk 
panties that were still caught around her knees.  Her obscene delight at 
Handsome's brutal working of her virginal cunt was augmented by the hairy 
bump and scratch of his haunches against her smooth young flesh.  The bushy 
hair around the base of his penis brushed tantalizingly against the 
quivering cheeks of her ass.  The distended spongy tip of his thrusting 
hardness grazed against the flatness of her cervix, probing beautifully 
deep where no one had gone before.  As Maxwell Carter's thick deflated cock 
fell from her ovalled mouth, she let out an endless groan of savage, 
primitive ecstasy that resembled nothing human.

Forgotten was her terrible humiliation at being fucked by a dog, forgotten 
were her ruined panties holding her dissolved knees in bondage.  All that 
mattered was this magnificent lewd pleasure building maddeningly in her 
loins.  She wanted to be fucked like this, wanted to be subjected to 
Handsome's animal demands on her thirteen year old flesh.

Through her long blonde hair hanging over her passion-wracked face, she 
could see that Dominique had begun sucking on her husband's penis, too.  
The thick pummeling instrument disappeared into her mouth as Mr. Carter 
drove his pelvis like a pile-driver, sinking his resurrected cock in until 
his coarse black hair loins brushed the tip of her nose.  Then he began to 
cum without warning again, as he had with Ellen.  He pulled his wildly 
ejaculating penis out of Dominique's mouth and held the huge purplish glans 
a few inches away.  Then with an expiring groan he began spewing a stream 
of spurting white sperm directly into her side-open lips.  The thin, quick 
spurts streamed from its swollen red head like milk from a cow's udder, 
filling her mouth to the brim, and Dominique swallowed thirstily, her 
Adam's apple bobbing wildly as she tried to keep up with the seemingly 
inexhaustible supply.

Watching Dominique sucking on Maxwell's penis and having her face filled 
with cum was so lust-inciting that Ellen's whole body twitched 
uncontrollably, and she groaned with wanton desire and welcome to the 
punishing animal shaft sinking so deliciously deep up inside her rippling 
little cunt.  Her beautiful face was contorted with passion as loud cries 
of ecstasy escaped from her tightly clenched teeth.

"Oh -- I like it.  Go on, go on, Handsome darling.  Oh God!" she gasped as 
his inflamed wet cock pistoned in and out of her churning belly.  She 
moaned incoherently and began gibbering like an idiot, spots of drool 
appearing on her lust-contorted lips.  The smooth, wet velvet folds of her 
vagina trapped the dog's penis in a kiss of love, squeezing affectionately 
around his rigid animal column until she could feel every molecule of skin 
and every last pulsating blood-filled ridge.  Her drugged mind reveled in 
her lurid abandon, and she screwed back against him to feel the tantalizing 
softness of his hairy testicles pressing against her trembling inner 
thighs.  His furry skin danced teasingly against the sensitive outer rings 
of her tiny naked anus, sending new shivers of lewd delight surging through 
her fluttering belly.

"Oooooh," she breathed hotly.  "That's it, darling.  Please, hurry!  Give 
it to me!"

Maxwell Carter had wiped off his penis and was walking over to her.  He 
gripped her long yellow hair and jerked her head up.  "Tell him to fuck 
you!" he commanded imperiously.  "Say Fuck Me!"

"No," she pleaded piteously, trying to twist her head out of his grasp.  
"Don't make me say that.  Please!"

Carter signaled to Dominique, who suddenly grabbed the big dog's haunches 
and refused to let him thrust his wetly glistening penis into Ellen 
anymore.  Handsome began to yelp with desire, trying to crawl up her back 
with his forepaws, panting furiously with his tongue dripping drool all 
over her back.

"Hurry!" Maxwell commanded again.  "Beg him to fuck you or we won't let 
him!"

Tears welled up in the helpless blonde teenager's eyes and she tried to 
squirm back onto the dog's