It was so hot! Janie Westlake pressed the cold glass of lemonade against her forehead and sighed. The soft material of the living-room couch rubbed sensually against her bare thighs. Closing her eyes the blonde teenager concentrated on that tight, hot itchy feeling pulsing between her legs. The late August heat this afternoon did little to help her take her mind off her fuzz-colored cunt.
Glancing up at the clock, Janie saw it was nearly five o'clock. Her mother would be coming home soon from another one of her drunken cocktail parties. The girl sighed again. Ever since her father had walked out three years ago, her mother had begun to drink-not much at first, but with an increasing steadiness that worried Janie. And the way her mother drove! "Oh God!"
A particularly sharp spasm of ecstasy passed through Janie, making her cuntlips swell open. She didn't know exactly what was happening to her, except that she was having an attack of horniness. Horniness! That was a quaint term. She was hot, hot for a man, hot for a . . . cock!
Just thinking about cocks made Janie squirm on the sofa. Her breathing became shallow. She felt shaky, not really herself at all. It was a feeling that had been getting worse as the days went by. Her friends at school said she was just growing up, and soon she'd be sneaking out of the house to meet some guys so they could . . . could fuck.
"Fuck ..." Janie mouthed the word. She felt a shiver of delight race over her flesh. Her nipples were starting to stiffen, pressing against the silken material of her bikini top. Just sitting there in her brief bathing suit in the large living room excited her. As she squirmed her ass over the sofa, she felt the narrow nylon band of her bikini bottom pressing hard against her swollen cuntlips. The friction over the swollen nub of her clit took her breath away again.
There had been boys she had almost fucked. Robbie Stevens, Greig Havasy, Bobby Wallace-they had all wanted to slip into her panties. But Janie had been firm, remembering what her mother had told her about men. No, she wasn't going to wind up pregnant the way her mother did and have to get married. She had seen the results of a loveless marriage and she wasn't going to suffer the same thing.
But still there had to be some way she could take care of that awful itch without going all the way with some boy.
"Ummmmm ..."
Outside dogs were barking, children playing. Janie lived in a nice middle-class neighborhood. Some people would almost call it rich. Her mother had managed to scrape her father clean in the divorce. They lived very well. They even had a young man who had just come over from the university today living with them . . . discreetly, of course, over the garage out back. Janie had caught a glimpse of him and thought he was creepy looking. But she had to admit that he had a fine body, one she wouldn't mind on top of hers as . . .
I've got to stop this! Janie thought, brushing back her hair and leaning forward. "Oh!"
There were sounds in the kitchen.
Janie felt her heart skip a beat. She stood up, backing toward the front door. There had been break-ins around the block. Then she saw the large, hairy shape of King, their four-year-old German shepherd guard dog. Janie relaxed.
"Come here, boy," Janie cooed, setting the drink down on the coffee table and sitting on the sofa.
The friendly dog trotted over, his long pink tongue hanging out while his bushy tail wagged. Her mother had never felt at ease with the big animal. Janie could see why. King was large even for a German shepherd, standing high and proud over most dogs in the neighborhood. He was a beautiful dog, really, but almost wolf-like in his manner. Just being stared down by the large animal could be frightening, and her mother was easily intimidated by King.
But Janie and the dog had always gotten along well. He had nosed her a little too much lately, and that had unsettled her. But then King would always back away just as she was about to call him off.
"Good dog. But it's so hot," Janie said. She often wondered how pets like King could stand it when the temperatures rose above ninety. "Oh, down!"
King had put his forepaws on the sofa. She knew how her mother hated to have dog hairs on the furniture.
"Down!"
Grabbing his nose, Janie pushed him off, then felt the dog swarming around her legs. She felt his damp nose on her calf. Then he was between her thighs, pressing his snout against her flesh. Her eyes widened as a strong electric-like shock passed through her tightening cunt.
"No!"
What was going on here? King was doing something strange, something he only hinted at before. Janie squirmed on the sofa, shoving the animal away again.
"Get back, you crazy dog. Get back, King!"
King pulled back, sitting on his haunches, his furry handsome head tilted to one side. His pointed ears were standing straight up while his eyes seemed to dance merrily.
Janie stared at the dog and realized that something was happening to him, something lewd. The red point of his dick was slithering out of his furry cocksheath. The dog was getting hard, becoming excited over her. Janie had heard stories about certain women who purposely excited their animals, wagging their asses encouragingly at their pets. Women like that were". . . were depraved, worse than whores. "No!"
Janie was breathing heavily, scooting across the couch and grabbing onto the cold glass of lemonade. She needed a drink, something to calm her down.
"Oohhhhhhhh ..."
King had moved in again, bumping his nose against her thighs.
Janie crossed her legs, then uncrossed them, standing up and slapping at the dog. She would go outside, get away from the pursuing dog.
"Stop it!"
King was blocking her way, standing in the doorway, his forelegs spread widely apart, his pink tongue slick with saliva.
Janie felt her flesh crawl. She felt afraid of King. He had never done anything like this before! If only her mother would hurry home! Of course, she could call out for help and that young man in the garage might hear her.
But Janie felt foolish. What would she say-that her own dog had attacked her? Then she'd have to put him away, and she couldn't do something like that.
"Just go back, King, go back!" she said, flashing a weak smile.
The dog dropped his head, his ears flattening back while his tail lowered between his hindquarters.
Janie felt a flash of fear and started backing away. Now the dog looked like a wolf, like a wolf about to pounce on his cornered prey. Now was the time for Janie to scream. The girl tried, but her vocal cords froze with terror.
King moved forward quickly, brushing up against her legs, making her flesh heat up all over her body. More heat was concentrated in her furry cunt. At the sound of the dog's muted growling, Janie felt her pussy swelling more and more. Her tits were itching. Her cunt was generating more heat as the swollen lips rubbed together with every move she made.
What on earth was going on? Was she . . . could she actually be turning on to the dog? Was it possible that she was one of those sick women who enjoyed getting turned on by their pets?
"No, no!"
Janie closed her eyes and shook her head, tears welling up. She couldn't be one of those women. She couldn't be one of them who actually enjoyed making it with animals! That kind of thought and that kind of thinking would drive her insane.
"Get down!"
Janie jumped back as King started nipping at her ankles. She saw his fangs, those cutting white teeth that could tear out her throat.
Janie backed farther away, toward the front door. The air in the room seemed to thicken. Janie had a hard time breathing now. A knot of tension, sexual tension, formed in her pussy. If only she could reach the door and rush out into the fresh air, she knew she'd be fine.
When King licked her ankles again, Janie felt an answering sensation that seemed to buckle the walls of her hot cunt. It felt fantastic, wonderful . . . but how could she even think of something like that! It was terrifying, sickening that she could even consider enjoying this scene.
Janie felt her stomach turn over when she glanced down again and saw King's long red boner. King was fully aroused, obviously smelling her pussy.
"No, no, I won't let this happen," she breathed, holding one hand to her chest.
Janie shuffled back, the front door only a few feet from her fingers.
King anticipated her move and pushed his head up. He was between her legs now, his fur rubbing her sensitive thigh flesh. Janie felt her knees growing weak. Then he licked, his tongue touching the thin narrow band of nylon pressing against her pussy. That sudden, hot pressure of his powerful tongue as it stroked over her cunt nearly brought her to her knees.
With another lick, Janie felt the soaked nylon of her bikini bottom being shoved aside. King growled low in his throat as he braced his paws on the carpet. Her legs shivered. One wet lick near her clit and Janie stumbled back.
Regaining some of her senses, Janie kicked at the large dog, hitting him just behind the ears. King arched his back, twisting his head and snapping at her foot. Janie drew her foot quickly back, vowing never to try something stupid like that again.
"Ohhhh, please! Please go away!"
But King had no intention of going away. He had caught wind of her cunt, saw her rising excitement, and there was little that Janie could do to get rid of the animal.
"Unnghhhh . . . oooohhh!"
She was backed up against the wall, her fingers clutching at the smooth stucco that decorated the Spanish-style living room. Closing her eyes again, Janie's ass rubbed against the cool wall. She spread her legs. She felt her asscheeks tighten up. She couldn't pull away from King, couldn't seem to make the dog stop doing this awful thing.
"No!"
She raised her hand again, then dropped it. What was the use? Even if she hit him, he'd be back, back to lick at her pussy. Her only hope was to escape, get away from him before he made her do something terrible, something she'd never be able to face.
"Ughhhhh!"
Janie had seen dogs licking one another . . . there. She had seen King nose, sniff, lick, then fuck a bitch in heat. Was that what was going to happen to her?
The thought terrified her more than before. Holding one hand to her tits, Janie ran. She was panicked now, terrified and pursued. King padded after now.
"Ugh!"
King was biting her, nipping at her ankle. He hadn't really broken her skin nor had he tried to hurt her. But she could feel the sharp edges of his fangs nevertheless and it made her heart stop.
Stopping by the kitchen doorway, Janie turned and looked down. His eyes were sparkling, glistening with lust. She trembled, then ran toward the stairway.
"Ohhhh!" In her confusion Janie tripped over an end table, tumbling head-first to the floor.
The dog barked twice, then pounced, his forepaws bracing on her thighs. Janie cried out as the dog's claws scraped painfully against her flesh. Turning onto her back, she clamped her thighs together, curling her fingers into fists and beating at him. King growled.
Janie trembled and had to look away from his eyes, from the dog's bared fangs. King started to lick her again, his tongue moving up, wetting her navel and her belly. She watched him m fear and confusion. Her cunt ached from the tension of lust she had felt growing during the past few weeks. And now she was having an attack, an oral attack on her pussy from this wonderful, terrible German shepherd.
"Oh no! No!"
Janie wondered how she could sit there, just sit there and let something as depraved as this happen to her. No, she wouldn't think of it. It would drive her crazy. It was friction, just wet friction, just a dog licking her. She wasn't doing anything particularly bad. Whatever the animal had in mind, Janie knew she wasn't going to let him slip that knobby thing in her cunt.
"Stop! Ohhhhh, stop!"
Her words had no effect on the licking animal. King was enjoying himself, positioning himself between her knees and licking at them tenderly. It was that gentleness, that hot wet brush of his tongue that made her close her eyes tight and dig her fingers into the carpet. When a particularly sharp spasm passed through her cunt, Janie kicked out one leg, her foot banging painfully against the end table. "Unnghhhhhh!
Why did it feel so devastating? It was like all the wild dreams she'd been having lately, the ones where she woke up in a cold sweat, with her cunt throbbing and pulsing madly. She would usually climax then, climax in the early-morning hours, her cunt winking open, then snapping shut. At times she had been quick enough to plow fingers into her swampy cunt, sliding them around the slick folds and hollows, rubbing her knuckles against her clit as she came and came and came. How many times had that happened lately? How many times had it happened when she had secretly wished for a man, someone to satisfy her pussy?
"Ohhhhhh!"
And now she had it . . . something that would take care of her cunt. "No!"
King was licking her drenched bikini bottom again. It was unreal, unbelievable, but she was moving her thighs, shifting them back and forth. She was instinctively increasing the friction, adding to the already high feeling she had in her pussy. "No! Oh no!"
King whimpered and moved the long tip of his nose from side to side. The nylon pressed into her inner cuntlips, forcing them to peel back widely.
Janie heard a car roar down the street. For a moment she thought it might be her mother coming in drunk again, crashing the car into the bushes once more.
No such luck. Janie would be alone with the dog. The wet, smacking sounds of his tongue sloshing over her cunt filled the room, pounded in her ears. It was awful, terrible, to be doing this!
"You can't do this to me . . . you just can't!" Janie gasped, reaching up and holding the proud animal's head.
King pulled away, then nosed back into her cunt. Then he pressed his fangs into the flesh of her right upper thigh.
Janie threw back her head, feeling the long blonde hair splashing over her shoulders. She felt King letting her go, then he bit her a little higher up. She scooted back on her ass until she was pressed up against the sofa..
Chapter Two
"It's so wrong ... oh God, it's wrong!" Janie moaned.
Her head was tilted back, her tits heaving mightily as King rested on his belly and licked at her cunt. The wild sensation of having something that hot and wet tugging at her cuntlips, nipping them, licking them, made her jerk her knees up.
Relaxing, Janie let her knees fall back to the floor while her ass writhed on the carpet.
"Oh yes, yes."
Reaching down, Janie hooked her thumbs around the elastic waistband of her bikini briefs. It was wrong, terribly wrong, to be doing this.
But the steady throbbing in her cunt was making her do strange, wonderful things. Janie wasn't thinking along morality any more. Her world had ceased to exist, at least the one she had grown up in. All that existed now was her and that wonderful dog snuggling up to her pussy.
"Ohhhh ..."
She slid the damp nylon down her thighs, kicking the big dog away for a moment, then sliding the briefs over her ankles and toes. She was naked now, completely exposed to the lapping animal. That was what she wanted . . . complete freedom to be licked completely by King.
"Ohhhhh, do it, King, do it!"
She was helping, actually helping, King rape her virgin pussy. Moving her thighs back and forth against his furry head, Janie grabbed his ears and pulled him closer. She felt his nose touching her hot cuntlips, felt his snout pushing them aside and sliding into her cunt-hole. She felt her clit being rubbed by those short hairs on his snout!
"Huhhhhrrr! Huhhhhrrr!"
In and out, in and out. She was fucking herself on King's nose, her fingers fanning out along the back of his head.
Janie opened her eyes. She found herself looking right into King's eyes. What a look of determination and lust she saw in those brown eyes. It made her shiver all over.
"In, in, in!"
Janie was becoming more and more excited. She slid down a little farther, her feet shoving the coffee table to one side. Soon she was on her back, her legs spread wide apart, her ass rubbing sensuously against the carpeting. All she could hear in the large room was the sound of King's tongue licking over her cunt and her labored breathing.
She tried reaching up and grabbing him by the head again. She wanted something firm, something long and hard and hot fucking her. She thought for a moment of that young handsome stud her mother had hired earlier today to clean up the back yard and keep the shrubbery around the house trimmed. Yes, she'd like someone like that crawling on top of her, his fingers pinching her nipples while his hips bumped against hers.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck!"
All sorts of images raced through her mind, confused images of people fucking, of dogs fucking, of dogs fucking people. Of course she'd never seen these things, but she had a wild imagination, one that seemed to be going crazy because of this dog's lapping.
"Ohhhh no, no, no!"
Janie felt herself close to that moment of white-hot joy that would pitch her into a delirious hell.
King was growling, bracing his paws against her thighs now. He tried sticking more of his maw in, twisting it around, appearing as if he were searching for something.
Janie cried out, twisting her head around. She raised one hand to her mouth and bit on her fingers, rubbing her bare soles against King's hunching back.
The dog seemed maddened now, aroused more than ever before. It had to be all the juice she was oozing. Extending one leg out, she pointed her toes, fanning them out until they cramped. Then Janie raised one leg as high as she could, angling it out, stretching her cunt open as far as she could. Could he burst her cherry with his maw? Could he fuck her and then . . . ?
"Oh no!"
What could she have been thinking of? Having a dog do this to her was bad enough. But thinking about letting him fuck her, touch her, so that . . . no, this had to stop now!
"Awful, get away!"
Somehow Janie managed to kick the excited dog away, twisting around and crawling on her hands and knees for the doorway. King was right behind her, snapping at her ass, jumping on her, trying to knock her back down on the floor once more.
"No, stop! Oh God, help meeeee!"
Janie struggled for the kitchen, kicking back at the dog each time he shoved his nose into her cunt. She couldn't go outside, not with her bikini bottom somewhere in the living room. Gasping for breath, she pulled herself up, feeling King nipping her shivering thigh flesh with his teeth.
"Stop it!"
Her bare feet slipped along the tiled kitchen floor, the room spinning in front of her eyes. The basement! That was her only escape.
Knocking the tea kettle off the range in front of King and startling him for a moment, Janie raced for the door, throwing it open and slipping behind it. By the time King had recovered, Janie had slammed the door shut behind her.
"Oh God, what have I done?" she gasped.
Her cunt burned with need from all that licking!
She leaned heavily against the door, hearing the dog whining, hearing him scratching frantically at the door while she stood there in the dark with her pulsing, itchy cunt.
"Oh, it's soooo hot! It's sooo ..."
She was moving her hips, rocking her thighs from side to side. She felt her pussy labes slipping over one another. The slick sounds of the folds of squishy flesh rubbing together drove her wild. Holding tightly onto the wooden handrail with one hand, Janie moved her other hand down her belly, feeling the curly cunt-hairs tickling her palm.
"Cummmm . . . Cummmmm!"
Janie gasped, clutching at the mat of her tangled pussy hairs. She moved her fingers over her swollen-open cuntlips, feeling King's layer of hot spit. Had she really been lying there on the floor, hunching her pussy up to the big animal, almost letting him fuck her? It was incredible, incredible that he could have gotten her this hot.
Thrilling spasms of lust rocked her body. Janie swayed like a drunk, nearly pitching forward into the darkness at the bottom of the stairs.
Janie was immediately ashamed of herself. The dog had forced her here, forced her to stand in the dark and play with herself. Slowly she sank down, her knees giving way. Her fingers clutched at her cunt, plowing into the mushy heat of her cunt.
"Ohhhh nooo!"
It felt so good. Her fingers played with her clit, split her cuntlips as far apart as they could go as a fire storm roared through her snatch.
When she finally opened her eyes, Janie found herself on the steps, her head against one arm while her hand still gripped the rail overhead. That awful dog!
Slowly she rose, pressing one ear against the door. Was he behind it, ready to pounce on ' her as soon as she opened it? She knew she wasn't hot any longer. At least she wouldn't have her own emotions to fight when the dog came romping forward.
Biting her lower lip, Janie twisted the doorknob slowly and pushed the door open. King wasn't there.
Quickly Janie rushed into the kitchen, glancing up at the white wall clock. Her mother would be home soon! Flashes of shame and guilt raced through her mind as she ran into the living room and picked up her spit-soaked bikini bottom.
"UGH!"
She felt the cold spit against her fingers. She vowed that no one would know about this. Her mother would throw her out of the house if she even suspected . . .
Janie stopped, looked out the window at the backyard. That man was there, leaning against one garage wall, staring blankly at the house.
Could he see her?
Janie shivered, backing to one side and peering through the parted lace curtains at him. He wasn't creepy looking at all! What could have made her think that in the first place! His darkly tanned flesh glistened with sweat. He was handsome, tall, fair-haired, with facial features that reminded Janie of those pictures of Vikings she'd seen in history books. When she lowered her gaze, she saw a promising bulge between his legs.
Stop this! she told herself, pulling away from the window and going upstairs.
Janie was very aware of her cuntlips rubbing against one another, of the delicious glow settling over her flesh. Seeing that man outside had excited her. Even after that bout with King she was eager to go again, this time with that stranger.
Walking into the bathroom, Janie turned on the light and stared at herself in the mirror. Her lower lip was pouting, pouting with lust while her eyes seemed to sparkle sexily. She had almost done it, almost committed the most degrading sex act of all. She had almost fucked a dog!
Reaching back, Janie unhooked her bikini top, freeing her high-riding tits. She was attractive. She could understand why lots of boys followed her as she walked past them in the hall at school. Even in class, she had caught one of two of them rubbing their crotches, playing with themselves while staring at her. She hadn't encouraged them, yet she smiled at the thought of what she was doing to them. If they couldn't handle themselves, that was their problem. But now she was having problems handling herself.
Sighing, Janie bent down and turned on the shower, making sure an icy spray shot from the nozzle. She was determined to blast away those wild, dirty thoughts. Stepping in, Janie ground her teeth together, directing the icy spray at her cunt until the throbbing went away. Then she readjusted the water temperature to luke-warm, reaching for the soap and sudsing down the area where the dog had licked.
"Oh, I can't do this any more. I just can't," she groaned, working the soap into her pussy.
When she had dried and stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body, Janie saw King lying at the far end of the hall.
She stopped, ready to rush back into the bathroom. But she saw he was no longer interested in her. He merely looked at her from his resting place, then lay his head back down on his forepaws and dozed. Janie shook her head, rushing quickly into her bedroom and locking the door. She was very, very confused about what was going on.
Joyce turned onto her street and steered her Mercedes into the drive. Thank God she wasn't truly drunk this time. She had been trying so hard to keep from drinking, knowing that her daughter had been painfully aware of the problem she had with alcohol.
"Ohhhh, God!"
Turning off the engine, the attractive blonde woman rested her forehead against the steering wheel and shut her eyes.
She was so alone now. No husband, no man to take care of her. When her husband had walked out, Joyce thought she could devote her life to raising Janie. How wrong she had been! Only when she was without sex did she realize how much she needed it. Her bad marriage was at least a marriage in the sack. The one thing Joyce could say about her husband was that he was a good fuck.
But now, now she had nothing but liquor to take care of her. Fear of ridicule, of what the neighbors would say, of what her own daughter would say if she started hanging out in singles' bars kept her at home-at home with the bottle.
Joyce opened the door and slipped her long legs out. She steadied herself against the right front fender, holding her purse and fishing through the mess for her house keys. Waiting for her inside the house would be her daughter and that tall bottle of bourbon to wash down her problems.
As Joyce started walking to the rear French doors, she stopped, turning toward the garage. Jack Williams was still up. She saw his light streaming from the upstairs garage windows. She heard the typewriter clicking away. Creative writing. That's what she thought he had said when she had hired him. He was trying to be a writer. Joyce smiled. Everyone was trying to be a writer. She had even thought about sitting down behind a typewriter and pounding out some kind of sordid novel-a book about her sexual fantasies. There was one that would burn the shelves of any adult book store!
"Ohhhh ..."
Joyce bit her lip, wondering if she had the courage to march right up those stairs and knock at his door. She wanted to see him again, see those broad shoulders, that muscled chest, that handsome face.
Earlier today, when he had knocked at her door, Joyce thought she would be seeing some pimply-faced freshman. Instead, she had all she could do to keep her hands off him. "Oh, hell, why not?"
Liquor had made her bold. Dropping her keys back in her purse, Joyce started up the stairs to Jack's room. Halfway up, she turned and checked the house. All the lights were out. It must be later than she thought. Janie was asleep. Well, that was good. She wouldn't have to explain why she hadn't come straight inside.
At the top of the stairs Joyce nearly lost her courage. She stood outside, listening to the faint sound of classical music drifting through the air and the sound of the clicking typewriter.
Joyce knocked sharply at the door. She caught her breath when she heard the typewriter stop.
What have I done? Joyce thought as she heard footsteps come toward the door.
"Oh, hi, anything wrong? My music's not keeping anyone up, is it?"
Joyce stood there like a fool for several seconds, trying to think of what she should say.
"Uh, no, I just came in and saw your lights on. I thought I'd just check to see . . . to see if everything was all right."
It sounded plausible. And she wasn't slurring her words. She had purposely stayed away from getting inebriated, even though some of her more liberal-drinking friends had encouraged her to drink heavily.
"Everything's fine," Jack said, flashing her a warm smile.
"Well, looks like there might be a leak over there."
Jack backed away and pointed at a dark patch on the ceiling.
Joyce stepped in, feeling her heart beating like a triphammer. Jack was wearing only a pair of cotton shorts. He was still staring up at the patch, rubbing one hand over his washboard tanned belly.
"I'll call some people in the morning. I'm sure they can take care of it."
There was a moment of embarrassed silence.
Joyce felt more unsure of herself. What had she come up here for, a fuck? No, that would be impossible. How could she go to bed with someone who was working for her? Don't fuck the help. That was an old rule, and a good one.
Still, the pulsing itch between her legs was growing worse as she stared at that handsome young man.
"Writing the great American novel?" she asked, moving to the typewriter and tracing her fingers over the paper.
"No, not yet. Short stories are hard enough," Jack said.
He moved behind her, nearly touching her with his chest and crotch.
Joyce thought she was going to faint. She had to get out of here before she lost control and . . .
"I . . . I'll see about that hole in the morning," Joyce muttered, turning out of the room just as she felt his breath on the back of her neck.
Chapter Three
Joyce had several drinks after her encounter with Jack Williams. She was outside now, leaning against the large oak that stood in the middle of the garden. It was quiet, so quiet outside as she stared at the now-darkened windows of Jack's room. Why was she so frightened of meeting men, of talking to them? She was almost sure he was making a pass at her- going as far as he dared with his employer. And she had bolted like a frightened mare!
"Ohhhh ..."
And that hot feeling between her shivering legs wasn't getting any better. All the parties in the world and all the booze in her bottles couldn't keep that sensation down. It was a hopeless, useless struggle.
"Ohhhh God, God!"
The ice clinked against the sides of the glass as her fingers shook. Her cuntlips were moist. She felt them filling up with blood, slipping against one another as frothy juice bubbled out of her pussy.
Moving her thighs subtly, Joyce rubbed her cuntlips together. The sensation in the pit of her pussy was more intense than any time before this! It was that man, that goddamned man had done this to her!
She swallowed hard, closing her eyes, feeling her nipples growing stiff and itchy as they rubbed against the soft material of her silk dress. A gentle breeze came from the north, stirring the leaves above her. It cooled her face for rhe moment as she struggled there in the dark with her growing sexuality.
"Damn!"
What was the use? He didn't know she was there under the tree staring up at him, her body on fire, her cunt swollen open, ready to be touched, to be . . . fucked! It was a ridiculous thought-to get down on all fours and start to bay at his window. I'll go in and . . .
Starting to turn around, Joyce stopped in her tracks, sucking in a ragged breath. Something was slouching toward her, something low to the ground. Her heart skipped a beat while her throat went dry. For a moment Joyce felt as if she were in some sort of science-fiction movie. The moonlight, the shadows, the wind, all lent an eerie appearance to the garden scene.
"Oh, it's you boy!" Joyce sighed with relief.
It was King, back home from prowling about the neighborhood. She bent down, holding the half-filled glass in her hand as he petted the animal. He snuggled up behind her legs, nosing up the hem of her dress.
"Time to turn in . . . alone."
She put the glass to her lips and downed the last of the bourbon in three large gulps. The burning alcohol helped. At least she'd be knocked out for the night this time. There wouldn't be any of those erotic dreams that had been disturbing her sleep before, waking her up with a hot, pulsing cunt that she had to take care of with her fingers. Sometimes it was embarrassing, humiliating, lying there in the dark, breathing hard while sticking her fingers in and out of her pussy!
How she would fantasize then, thinking about her ex-husband, about any man. At times, she wished she could just dial a number and call some male whore service. Because all she wanted was something good and hard to plow her out, fill her up, spatter her cunt with jizz! Love, romance, that all could come much later, if it came at all. Now, she wanted physical release from the pulsing itch that had been plaguing her pussy for the past few months.
"Easy, boy, easy, I'll get you something to eat," Joyce said, pushing King away.
King was getting too curious, too nosey. She felt his tongue licking her ankles, then move up behind her knees.
Joyce shivered, stopping in the middle of the garden for a second. She cocked her head, staring at the big German sheperd. He had been acting a little strangely lately. But she hadn't thought too much about it. After all, he was just their pet, and she had other things on her mind. Now, as he circled her, Joyce remembered several uncomfortable moments with the dog, moments when he seemed almost human in his nosing, in his rubbing. "Oh, that's silly!" Joyce said, brushing away the unsettling questions and starting to walk back to the house. King padded across the cool flagstones behind her. Just as she was about to reach for the brass doorknobs, Joyce felt the sudden hot wash of his tongue driving between her asscheeks. "Oh!"
Her eyes opened wide. She jerked forward, her drink glass slipping from her hand and shattering on the stones of the patio. It was unbelievable! Then it happened again, that hot, wet, rough sensation of his tongue diving into her asscrack.
Joyce was so shocked, so horrified, that she stumbled forward, tripping on her own feet. She sprawled onto the damp grass.
"OOooooffff!"
Joyce lay there for several seconds, too terrified and too surprised to move a muscle. What on earth was going on? Could it be possible that the dog . . . that King wanted her in the same way she wanted that young stud in the garage bedroom?
She pushed herself up from the ground, shaking her head. The thought was too awful, too sick for her to think about.
"Get away!"
In a second the animal was on her, his strong legs bumping the insides of her thighs
Oh, why didn't I wear panties! Joyce thought crazily, crawling along the grass. She enjoyed the feeling of air wafting up her dress and blowing against her overwhelmed cunt. It made her feel sexy. Why, even once or twice she had cum while being jounced around in a moving bus while staring at some particularly handsome man near her. But this, this was something not to be expected!
"Don't . . . don't do this!" she gasped.
Joyce wanted to scream. But she didn't want to wake her daughter or Jack. What would they think if they saw her on the ground with the animal on top of her? It was too degrading for her to even think about.
"What's gotten into you!"
King moved in, nuzzling against her thighs. His tongue quickly divided her swollen cuntal slit, the pointed tip sliding over the slick folds and hollows. Joyce gasped from the friction as he tongued her clit.
"Ohhhhhh no! No!"
She shook the hair from her eyes, glancing nervously over her shoulder to see if anyone were peering down at her from the surrounding homes. All the windows were dark. She couldn't hear muffled laughter. She was alone with the dog, unobserved. "Stop it!" she hissed. King usually obeyed her. But tonight she had no control over him. Now she remembered him nosing her earlier. Lots of dogs nosed around. It was just a fact of life. But this . . . this was awful. This was more than just subtle curiosity, animal instinct. He was sexually attacking her. Joyce simply couldn't believe it!
She dug her fingers into the soft ground, scooting back away from the animal, staring with wide, terrified eyes at his big, muscular frame as he pursued her.
"Oh God!"
She bit her lower lip, forcing herself to keep quiet. Keep quiet? A dog was eating her cunt, and she was supposed to keep quiet? And what was worse was that with each passing second his sloppy maw was heating up that exciting hotness she'd felt earlier when she stood in that small upstairs garage bedroom with Jack. "Ohhhh ..."
The thought of that muscled man brought a shiver to her body. At the same time King lapped hard against her cuntlips.
"Noooo!"
If she kept thinking those things, if she kept thinking about Jack's body, there was no telling what she would do with King.
Grunting with the effort, Joyce somehow pushed King back. In a moment she was on her hands and knees, crawling, crawling over the grass and then back onto the flagstones. In her haste she knocked over a potted plant, sending broken porcelain and dirt all over the patio.
Did her daughter hear? At this point Joyce didn't care. All she wanted to do was get away, get away from King's cunt-licking! "Stop it!"
She slapped at King. Why hadn't she gone inside the house and stayed there after seeing Jack? Why hadn't she gone upstairs to her bedroom and drank there? Why had she come outside?
Now, she was paying for her transgressions. The dog was after her. Instinctively Joyce knew he was excited, his cock probably distended, hard and hot, ready to plow into her mushy cunt.
The thought brought a shuddering whimper from her throat.
King jumped again. She felt his strong legs on her back. She was in a bitch-fucking position! He was half on top of her, his forelegs draped over her sides. He was pumping against her ass.
Joyce felt her dress blow up around her waist, exposing her cunt, her asshole. Then something hot and slick nudged her cunt. The woman didn't have to guess what it was. King was aroused, ready to fuck her.
"No!"
Clawing the patio, Joyce shook her body violently, throwing the animal off. That had been close, much too close for comfort. She had seen King fucking, mounting half the bitches in the neighborhood. Was she becoming part of the canine world? Would she be competing for his favors in the gutter?
"No!" she cried again.
The horror of what had almost happened brought her to her feet. She struggled, staggering back through the darkened garden. No one would see this, no one would watch what was going on. If by accident her daughter were to awaken, go to the window and peer down into the garden, she wouldn't see her mother degraded this way!
"Oh God, God in heaven, help me! Help me!"
The animal kept after her. As she stumbled forward through the dark garden, King was at her heels. She felt his hot breath against her flesh, felt his tongue licking her ankles, her knees.
She cried out, then closed her mouth with one hand to keep quiet, to keep from waking up her daughter.
Frantic, Joyce clawed at the air. Everything seemed to be blocking her escape. Her feet stumbled over the uneven ground, bushes and shrubs she had carefully planted years before snagged her dress, holding her back for the pursuing animal. It was as if nature were against her, wanting her to heel to the dog's lusts.
"No!"
She was panicked. King was a big dog, and she had never felt all that confident of her power over him.
She felt him lick her thigh again. He was bumping his snout between her legs, trying to bring her down. She knew now what he wanted. He had tried to bring her down, mount her back there by the French doors. She wasn't about to go through that again. He would have to find some other bitch to mount, to fuck. Joyce wasn't going to be the one to satisfy his knobby prick.
She turned, having reached the rear fence and ran back through the garden. The dog whined. She heard his heavy breathing behind her. She was panting as heavily as he was.
Would she reach the house in time?
"Please ..."
King swarmed excitedly as she reached the big oak tree she had been standing under earlier. Hooking her arms around it, Joyce steadied herself against the trunk.
As the big dog moved from side to side, Joyce tried kicking at the German shepherd. But her attempts were almost laughable. The dog kept well out of reach of her swinging feet. Her shoes flew off, skittering across the flagstones.
Groaning, Joyce felt his muzzle slip up the inside of one thigh and plow deep in her cunt. The bristly hairs covering his snout brushed over her cunt. Joyce clawed at the bark, peeling some flesh off her hand.
His tongue felt good, so good! That sudden, wonderful penetration of her pussy brought out a fiery shiver that both weakened and exhilarated her.
With a groan, she slipped, then fell heavily to the ground.
Joyce choked, trying to get back some air into her lungs. King was making funny whimpering noises as he moved around and braced his paws on her thighs. Her dress was up around her waist, up high enough to expose not only her cunt but her flat belly as well. His head bobbed up and down between her shaking knees as he plowed her cuntlips open. He slopped up the hot juice that flowed out of her cunt.
It was so crazy, so damned good! How could anything like this happen? What had set him onto her?
"Mmmmmmmm . . . "
His tongue was so good. It was a delight having her pussy eaten out this way. Joyce writhed on the ground while strings of drool oozed from the corners of her mouth.
For a second, Joyce wondered if she were having a bad dream. But no. It was too exquisite a feeling for that. She reached down and touched King's ears. His long muzzle and opened mouth were moving against her cunt, softly chewing on her pussylips. The sexual attack brought another shuddering groan from her throat. She was finally getting back her breath. But her back and left leg hurt where she had fallen, and she felt so damned weak! "Oh no, no ... "
Yet, Joyce wanted the dog to keep on, to go further. Not as far as fucking her. No, that would bring her back to her feet and stumbling through the darkness again. But this, this was so different.
She cried out again, her voice a hoarse whisper. King didn't make the slightest move that showed he would obey her command. She kept saying no even as she opened her thighs to him, spreading her legs farther apart, almost encouraging him to go all the way with her.
"It's . . . it's awful."
Joyce closed her thighs finally, clamping his paws between them. But the dog growled and nipped her flesh. She felt his fangs going deeper. This show of power made the woman dizzy. King was forcing her to do what he wanted to do. It wasn't just an accident or a coincidence.
"Ughh!"
When the pain became too sharp, she opened her thighs to him again.
King wagged his tail and wiggled his nose deep into her cuntal slit. The rough wetness of his snout excited her clit. The dog couldn't know what that little nub of flesh was. He just couldn't. But his sloppy licking was so uncontrolled, so wild, that he touched her there a lot. His tongue drove around the dainty trigger.
After a moment or two, Joyce lost even the will to try to move her ass away from him. She lay on the cool grass, her arms out to her sides as if she were being readied for a crucifixion. She spread her legs wide apart as the dog lay on his belly between her knees and fed.
"Ohhhhh!"
A sudden fear that her daughter was awake knifed through her consciousness. The thought was twisted, out of focus. It was like the world had been set on end, everything turned topsy-turvy. Over it all, cutting through her senses was the hungry animal between her spit-slicked thighs.
Joyce raised her knees slightly, feeling so hot. She couldn't speak any more. She could only moan, moan out the rushing delight about to consume her. The sounds of King's mouth stroking her cunt was enough to drive her crazy. The animal was growing more wild by the second.
Without any warning, King started licking her belly, nosing up her dress, trying to get at her tits. What made her stay on her back and let him do this to her? Why couldn't she find the strength to get up and rush to the doors?
She couldn't. It was futile. She would be fighting not only the dog but herself as well. She watched the dog lap her belly, then move back down to her cunt. Joyce felt her hips moving, felt the prickling grass tickle her asshole. King was at her feet now, licking her toes and ankles.
"Cum . . . cummmm!"
Joyce had said those words to her husband many times, many times when he splayed her open, filling her cunt with his huge dick. Those had been good nights, nights filled with wildness and excitement. Nights that Joyce thought the world was made of diamonds and gold. And now, now she had her pet licking her cunt as she lay in the garden.
"Cummmm ..."
Chapter Four
"Oh God, God . . . "
Joyce rolled her head from side to side, strands of blonde hair clinging to her dampened cheeks. She looked down at the dog's actions. Then she let her head fall back on the grass.
King was licking at her knees, then at her thighs once more. And then, finally, he was back at her naked cunt. Joyce pressed herself up to him, opening her legs until she felt the muscles in her ass cramp with tension. She was giving him all of her cunt, every hidden fold and hollow of it.
"Cummmmm . . . " she whispered, and the word seemed to echo through the night air.
Then she was cumming, actually cumming in the dog's mouth! Joyce felt something slip deep in her belly. It was that ball of sexual hunger, that knot slowly unraveling as all her nerve-endings became suddenly overloaded.
"NUNNGHHHH!"
She brought one hand up to her mouth, jamming it tightly over her lips to stifle her cries of joy. Again and again the spasms passed through her pussy. The sharp edge of climactic joy cut through her. She spasmed, her tender cunt convulsed. She rolled about in a fever that made her hurt as much as feel pleasure.
"No! Oh no!" she gasped.
The dog wouldn't budge. He gouged and lapped and drove his hot nose into the mouth of her cunt. Joyce found herself curled in a fetal position.
King growled, then pushed his head strongly between her thighs. Joyce cried out again, holding onto his furry back. She knew there was no escape. She scratched him hard, digging her fingernails into his furry coat. The animal was writhing his ass, his paws set wide on the lawn as he tried to keep her cuntlips open to him. "UGHHH!"
Joyce bucked backward, rolling, squirming, on the grass as spasms of orgasm tortured her. The dog was humping, humping up against her. She felt strings of something hot against her thighs. It was jizz! King was cumming, firing his doggie jizz on her.
She cried out, her hands flaying. No, that was too awful, too terrible, to stay and endure.
Crying out, she somehow made it to the oak tree, then found the strength to get back into the house.
Behind her, Joyce heard King whimpering as he circled wildly around and around with his head down, trying to lick his prick. He bobbed his handsome head up and down, then settled back on the grass and licked quietly.
"Oh God. It was a nightmare, too far out for her to understand.
Once in the living room with the doors shut behind her, Joyce covered her face with her hands. If her daughter ever found out, if the neighbors ... it would never be known. No one would ever discover what awful thing had just taken place in the garden.
Joyce tried to smile a little later. She tried to see something in what had just happened besides the horrible guilty gloom that threatened to sweep over her. King was just a horny dog. Wasn't that a simple enough explanation?
But what could she say about her own actions? Joyce was a mature woman, a woman who had a daughter, a college-educated woman who should know better. And yet she had dropped to those depths; she had let that awful dog take advantage of her.
"Oh, I'm so tired."
Perhaps it was the liquor. Of course, she could blame the bourbon for having torn down what defenses she had, turned her into a . . . into a real bitch! She would have to stop it, stop pouring town that poison or she'd turn into a slut.
Stumbling through the large, darkened house, Joyce felt she had to sleep, to rest. In the morning, things would be different, more in focus. They usually were.
Limping slightly, Joyce made her way up the stairs. She stepped at the top of the landing, looking over her shoulder, still expecting to see King bounding up the stairs, that wonderful tongue of his hanging from one corner of his maw.
"Ughhhh ..."
She shuddered. It would have been better to have seduced and fucked that young man in the garage than let the dog lick her pussy. At least fucking a man was normal.
In the bathroom, Joyce shed her soiled dress quickly, dropping it in the hamper and wondering if she shouldn't just throw the garment away. There were stains all over it-doggie cum, spit, her juice.
Shuddering again, the attractive woman took a long hot shower, sudsing herself vigorously in all the places the dog had touched her. For moment Joyce thought she could wash away everything that had happened to her.
Toweling herself off briskly, she padded to the bedroom, falling across her bed.
"Oh, what have I done, what have I done?" she whispered, rolling onto her back and staring up at the ceiling.
She had committed an unpardonable act, giving herself to a beast. Even now she could feel King's sharp claws digging into her thighs, spreading them apart while his hungry tongue split her cunt open. And then, then came that awful moment of truth when he sprayed her, sprayed her with his hot doggie jizz.
"Ohhhh ..."
Joyce groaned in horrified mortification, rolling over on her belly and burying her face in the pillow. She would think about it tomorrow. Perhaps she would have the dog destroyed, or at least sent away. She couldn't go on living like this with the German shepherd poised for sexual attack at any moment.
Finally, after some thought, sleep came.
The next morning mother and daughter sat uneasily in the breakfast nook. Joyce had prepared a light meal and was pouring some coffee when she chanced to glance out the back window.
Jack was playing with King, tossing him a stick, then laughing and clapping his hands as the handsome animal barked and raced for the flying piece of wood. His tail wagged happily from side to side while his tongue hung from one corner of his mouth.
Joyce stopped in the middle of what she was doing, feeling the blood rushing up to her cheeks. Of course, how could Janie possibly know what had happened to her last night in the garden? If Janie had so much as suspected that she had been licked off by their dog, she would have said something.
"That's it, boy, go for it!"
And seeing that stud playing with King nearly made Joyce faint with lust. Her disturbance was so great that Joyce didn't notice Janice's nervousness. Janie put the cup of coffee down with a bang, nearly jumping out of her skin at the sound of that rattle.
"Well, what are you going to do today?" Joyce asked.
It was summer vacation and Joyce had hoped her daughter would show some initative and think about trying to get into some sort of summer camp. It would be good for Janie, and it would give Joyce a chance to sort out the various problems assailing her now.
"Not much," Janie said, resting her head on her hands and staring out the window.
Like her mother, she had been watching the two animals playing. Janie still felt guilty about what she had done with King. Nothing, nothing in the world could make her feel better about that. But that young guy running around in the backyard . . . well, that was something different. The young girl was feeling more and more interest in him. Again she wondered how she could have thought him creepy at first. He was someone she could fantasize over, someone . . . she had to stop thinking like that, especially in front of her mother.
Sighing, Janie looked away from the garden area and concentrated on finishing her cold cereal.
"I thought you might be interested in going up to the camp near Bishop. I understand there's plenty of horseback riding and ..."
"Mother, I don't want to go away for the summer," Janie protested, shoving her food away.
Janie studied her mother. She had a feeling that her mother wanted to drink alone, out of the way of her accusing eyes. Well, she wouldn't give her mother the satisfaction. She wasn't going to be like a lot of kids at school who let their parents drink themselves to death. She would be there watching, criticizing silently, and be there to help when her mother needed it.
"It was just a thought," Joyce muttered, sipping her coffee.
She glanced out the window again. Jack had finished playing with King. He was trudging back up the stairs. His broad back and rippling muscles made Joyce shiver with lust. How could she go on like this, having a man like that under her roof without making some foolish play for him? She should fire him, dismiss him on the spot. But for what? He was innocent. She was the guilty party, the sex-hungry woman reaching out for young men to satisfy her cunt.
The thought was disgusting. Joyce was ashamed of her own thoughts and feelings. Finishing her coffee, she collected the breakfast plates.
"I thought about working around the yard . . . you know around with that guy. I could help out a lot around here," Janie suggested tentatively. She was proud of how she kept the nervousness from her voice. "No, I . . . "
Then Joyce thought about what she was about to say. Of course! What better idea than having her daughter nearby, working with Jack. Joyce knew she wouldn't dare try anything with the stud, knowing that her daughter was around. Janie would be her protection, her insurance against doing anything foolish she would regret.
"That's not a bad idea. I suppose he could always use some help. The back area's a mess . . . the way your father left it when . . . when he went away," Joyce said nervously.
"I'll clean it up, then go out there. I guess he'll have a lot for me to do," Janie said, pushing back from the table after finishing her milk.
Joyce studied her daughter for a moment. She was still such a little girl. The way she was playing with her hair, licking away the white moustache of milk from her upper lip, it all made the woman want to cry. Why couldn't things be simple and innocent? Why did she have to go around feeling like this, feeling her pussy throb and pulse so hard she nearly fell to her knees at times? It was unfair, so terribly unfair!
While her mother thought of the consequences of her rampant sexuality, Janie rushed upstairs, dashing into her bedroom and looking for the most suggestive outfit she could wear. Of course she'd cover it up when she was around her mother. An old shirt would do the trick there. That bikini . . . Janie had a sexy one stuffed in one of the drawers. Nervously pawing through her clothes, she found it . . . dark red and sexy. She giggled, thinking of Jack's eyes when he saw her in that thing.
"And when he does ..."
She wasn't sure what would happen then. Would he jump on her right there? And would she let him? Did she have the courage to go through with this, to lose her cherry?
Janie turned and looked at herself in the mirror. She had taken off her shorts and halter. Even through her thick bush of blonde pussy hairs she could see the dark red, moist meat of her cunt glistening with juice. She was ready for it, ready for fucking. Nothing in the world could prevent her from going through with this plan.
She was trembling when she took the bikini and tied the tiny strings over each hip, snugging the silky crotchband against her cunt. She felt tingly and excited. Though she had an orgasm the night before, her body felt expectant, hungry for a man's affection. "Oh, God!"
Janie couldn't keep her thoughts clear. Her body had begun to experience so much lately, so much in so little time. She didn't know how to interpret the tickly, weird sensations that plagued her pussy. There was no way she could think about them sensibly. Janie laughed. Maybe sex wasn't sensible.
Most of her girlfriends at school had already been fucking for a while. Most of them knew all about the pill, about sucking off guys, about multiple orgasms, all the things Janie craved to learn about but was too ashamed to ask. Maybe now she'd learn about sex firsthand. The thought made her giddy, weak with excitement.
Janie had the tiny top against her well-developed tits now. As she tied the string to the bikini top, she felt her nipples push out against the cups. Maybe she was taking on too much this time. She didn't know the first thing about men. She was only fooling herself by pretending to be confident. Jack was a lot older than her. Maybe he had a girl. Maybe he didn't like girls.
The bikini was on now. Janie turned, looking at her image in the mirror. She sucked in her stomach. She realized at that point how slender she was.
Janie passed a brush through her hair until the long strands fell smoothly over her tanned shoulders. Then she smeared on a small dab of pink lipstick.
"If I was a guy I think I'd like me," she whispered to her image in the mirror, giggling to break up the tension building inside her.
Now the only thing that would really help was for Jack to show her that he thought she was something more than the employer's daughter. She hadn't really met him. Maybe this would be an encounter they would both remember ... or so she hoped.
She padded barefoot down the stairs. She heard her mother go out and start the car. It was time for her mother to do her weekly grocery shopping. Janie was glad her mother hadn't taken her advice and hired someone to do all the household chores. At lease for several hours she would be alone in the house with Jack.
King was in the kitchen, wagging his tail when she passed him.
"Stay!" Janie said firmly, feeling rush of guilt and fear pass through her. She didn't need to have the animal following her, sniffing at her ass or cunt as she sashayed outside.
Janie opened the back door and poked her nose outside.
Jack was busy raking up some debris to the right of the garage, his back and chest gleaming with perspiration. He was whistling, unaware of her approach.
Janie stopped some twenty feet away from Jack, her heart pounding so hard she was sure he could hear her.
"Hi!" Janie lost her breath as she greeted him. She was swaying drunkenly from side to side, her eyes wide with excitement.
"Oh, hi! You . . . you must be Janie. Your mother said something about you being here for the summer."
Jack stopped his raking and straightened, tucking his pants up.
Janie flushed. She had caught sight of his dick pressing up against his faded Levi's.
"Yeah. Mom said I could help out around here."
Jack raised his eyebrows, studying her.
"I don't think you can work too well wearing that," he said, nodding at her bikini.
Janie flushed. She could see his pleasure even though he tried to mask it with laughter.
"It's so hot out here. I could do light things," she suggested.
The two of them laughed, then Jack made some suggestions about her straightening up the back part of the rock garden. Janie agreed, casting him a sexy look-or what she thought would pass for a sexy look-then walked away.
She had wanted Jack to kiss her. She had wanted him to kiss her the way she had always wanted a man to seduce her. She could hardly believe the sexual hunger she felt rising in her belly. She wanted him to take her in his arms and kiss her before they did another thing.
But that wasn't in the cards for now. For the next half hour they worked close to one another, Janie moving about the yard, wondering if Jack were interested in her, wondering if he considered her just a kid.
"Hey, what about a break? I've got some pop upstairs. I don't think your mom would mind if you came up for a while," Jack suggested, rubbing the sweat off his forehead.
Janie felt a warm sensation rush over her pussy, making her cuntlips throb. She nodded her head, dropping some rocks and cleaning off her hands.
The two of them climbed the stairs, Janie feeling faint with desire.
"It's not much, but it's home. I hope to decorate it a lot better in a day or two. My, brother's coming down from Portland to help. I hope your mom won't mind if he stays for a while."
"I don't think she will," Janie said, sitting down on a wicker chair and folding her legs under her ass.
Chapter Five
They had been sitting for some time in his apartment, drinking the soda, talking small talk. Jack had become very quiet, more attentive. Janie was wondering if going up there dressed like this had been so wise.
"You know, you probably shouldn't have come up here like that," he said, putting down his soda.
"I ... I don't understand ..."
"You understand, Janie. You . . ."He was going to say something about her mother, but then stopped. "You know what's going to happen."
Janie closed her eyes. Her heart had seemed to stop. She clenched and unclenched her fingers, feeling her flesh crawling with excitement.
"You probably think I'm just some dumb kid. I shouldn't have come up here this afternoon. I . . ."
Jack stood up and crossed the room.
Janie had to keep her eyes shut. She couldn't bear to see his face and body so close.
"No . . . you're a young woman . . . and a damned attractive one at that," he said, bending down and scooping Janie up in his arms.
No one had treated her like this, felt her like this, touched her like this.
"Oh, Jack, maybe we shouldn't ... I never . . . never did anything like this before!"
The admission made her blush.
"There's nothing to it," Jack said, bringing her up against him.
Janie opened her eyes at last, tilting her chin up. She wanted him, wanted him so badly. Jack kissed her gently at first, then quickly increased the pressure. Janie groaned, circling her arms around his back while he speared his tongue between her lips.
"Mmmmmmmm . .
He was making soft, fucking movements against her thighs. She felt the huge bulge of his dick trapped in his jeans. It was pushing against her belly. He was so tall, so big! Janie was more than a little afraid, yet she was so excited.
"I ... I don't know if I can go through with it."
Janie looked down modestly, her fingers toying with the tops of Jack's Levi's. Of course she could go through with it. Janie had heard about the pain, even about some bleeding involved when a cherry was fucked and popped. But she was willing to go through it, especially with someone like Jack writhing on top of her.
"Come on," he said, passing his hands over her thin shoulders.
He kissed her again.
Janie was panting, panting like a dog, panting as hard as King did when he tried mounting her the other day. His hands were moving down her body, tracking every curve, stopping finally at the tie of her bikini bottom. She held her breath. This was the first time, the very first time a guy would be looking at her naked. She felt dizzy, high.
"Ughhhhh ..."
The tie came loose.
Janie gasped as she felt the damp silk slip down. Slowly Jack peeled it away from her soaked cuntlips. She hadn't known just how wet her pussy was. Janie hadn't really cared. All she wanted to do at this point was for Jack to fuck her.
"Come on, we're gonna have us a little fun."
Was it that hot in the room or was it her turned-on body creating the high temperature? It was getting hard for her to breathe. -She moved as if in a dream, past his typewriter and the messy desk, past the wicker chair she had been sitting in only moments before, to his small bed. He lowered her onto the mattress, pushing back the crumpled sheets. The bottom of her bikini dangled from his fingers.
He stood there staring at her. "I dig your cunt."
Janie blushed furiously. It felt wicked to have him standing there like that, standing there with his tell-tale bulge pressing against the front of his jeans. And he was saying things, terrible, wonderful things about her body. She glanced down at the blonde curls above her puffy labes.
"I'd love to touch your cunt."
He touched her pussylips. It was as if someone had touched her pussy with a live electric wire. Janie stiffened, her head snapping back while her tits jiggled on her chest. It felt marvelous, better than having Kind's tongue on her clit.
"Oh, I don't know, I just don't know ..."
"Sure you do, sure you do," Jack whispered.
He was lowering his head, kissing her belly, tracing his fingers around the puffed outer edges of her cuntlips.
Janie rolled her head from side to side. No one, not even the wildest girl at school had told her sex could be so much fun!
"Ohhhhh . . . GOD!"
"You want to fuck bad, don't you?" Jack chuckled, starting to untie the top of her bikini.
Janie closed her eyes again, too confused and shocked to answer.
"Well, don't you? You wanna fuck with me? You want me to stick my cock-"
"Stop it!"
He was getting off on talking dirty . . . and so was she!
"Say it, come on say it," he urged.
"Yes, oh yes! I want to fuck you," she admitted, biting her lower lip in shame.
Jack moved his head up, licking her right tit. His tongue trailed over her stiff nipple, touching the tip, then cupping his lips around the dark red nub.
Janie couldn't believe how her cunt was reacting to that wet, hot touch. It was unreal! He was sucking hard, nibbling teasingly at her sensitive areola while flicking his tongue around her nipple. She moved her legs sen-suously back and forth over the topsheet, feel-ing more cunt juice seep into her buttcrack and ooze into her asshole. It was wild to feeling her cuntlips rubbing together, juice bubbling out of her fuckslot. "Oh, oh, OH!"
He had move to her other tit now, kneading the right one with his hand while sucking on the other. She pushed her fingers through Jack's blond hair. Her cunt was wet, so wet because of his expert manipulation. And his tongue! He was rolling her nipple flat, sanding it with his hot licking.
Janie blushed again, swearing not to let King get at her again. "You undress me now." Jack was grinning, standing by the bed. He pulled Janie up by the shoulders to a sit-ting position. She was facing his belt buckle. "I . . . it's so weird!" "Come on, you can do it." Janie felt so wicked, and yet excited at the same time. Curiosity was getting the better of her. She had seen only pictures of male cocks in books. She had heard plenty about them from her girlfriends. But Janie didn't believe everything those girls were saying. Half of them hadn't even gone to bed with their boyfriends. They were just talking, trying to get accepted by the others who were fucking like rabbits.
"Come on!" Jack exclaimed.
Her fingers were trembling. She unhooked the leather belt, pulling open the buttons of his Levi's. The swell of his cockmeat bulged out as she inched his pants down, down over his thick-muscled hips.
Jack backed away, pushing his jeans down to his ankles and slipping off the sweaty garment. He stood up, standing there with his hands on his hips dressed only in his jockeys.
Janie bit her lips again. She could see his long, hard cock pushing out against the piss-flap of his shorts. There was a dark stain appearing where the head was. Cum. He was wetting himself the same way she was! That thought made her hotter, more anxious to slide his shorts down to his ankles.
She reached up, curling her fingers around the elastic waistband of his jockey shorts.
Jack gasped as he felt his briefs going down, down past the tip of his dick.
Holding her breath, Janie tugged down hard, jerking back and letting go of his jockey shorts the moment that . . . that his cock came bobbing out. "Oh!" she cried.
His prick was big, bigger than anything she'd ever seen before in any picture book! His dick had to weigh pounds not ounces. And he was going to put that into her cunt?
"I . . . ohhhh, it's so big!"
Jack smiled, glad she was impressed by his eight-inch cunt-splitter. The head of his cock was so big, so dark, glistening with the juice oozing from the slit at the top. His cock-head was a bluish purple and with texture like satin.
As she watched his cock throb, Janie tried to guess about how wide it was . . . two inches maybe? No, no, she couldn't take something that size up her pussy! She was a virgin. She had never had anything more than a tampon up there. He'd kill her with that dick.
Janie started crawling back on the bed, her eyes widened, riveted on his approaching dick.
"It'll be all right. Nothing's gonna hurt," Jack said, reaching out and brushing her cheek with his fingers.
"I don't know ... I just don't . . ."
His cock was swaying heavily from his groin, his fat hairy balls jiggling with every move he made. Each nut looked full, packed with that creamy stuff she had wanted so badly before.
"We can't fuck."
Janie felt her throat tightening, her mouth becoming as dry as cotton. "Sure we can ..."
He was on the bed, holding her knees, pushing them up while crawling forward. What on earth was he doing?
"Ohhhhhh!"
It was a revelation! None of the girls talked about having their cunts eaten out! King had eaten her out, licking his velvety hot tongue up through her cuntal slit, concentrating on her clit. But now Jack was doing it, cupping his lips to her pussylabes, licking up and down, pressing in so hard that his nose was shoving up against her clit.
"This, ohhhhhhh!"
Her cunt was swelling wetly against his mouth. Janie didn't have any control left. It was awful, terrible, yet brilliantly wonderful. His teeth were gouging her too, gouging her the way King's fangs had gouged her. Janie shook her head, trying to knock those terrible memories from her mind. She couldn't be thinking about the animal, about how her pet German shepherd had licked her into the highest state of arousal she'd ever been in.
This was a man between her legs, a man who was going to fuck her for the very first time. She was going to lose her cherry then and there, and she wasn't about to have the memory of some awful dog spoil it for her. But if only he would leave her pussy alone, not touch it with his mouth! It made her think of King and-. . . "Oooohhhhh!"
She was moving her ass from side to side as Jack kept lapping at her cuntlips.
"You move your ass real nice ..."
He was kissing up her belly, pushing his mouth and tongue under her tits. He mouthed one, then the other. Janie could smell her cunt on his cheeks and chin. She felt faint and flushed.
"Oh, oh, what's happening to me?" Janie asked, rolling her head from side to side.
"You're getting good and hot," Jack whispered, sucking on her nipples again while his finger rubbed her swollen cuntal mound.
Janie was going crazy. Hot flashes shot through her cunt while Jack was touching her clit. This had to be the best, most wonderful feeling in the whole world. And now, now something awfully hot and hard and stiff was pressing against her outer cuntlips. Her pussylabes were peeling back, flattening back. His throbbing dickhead was picking up her juices, sliding in on the thick fluid oozing from her fuckhole. "Oh no, don't . . . it's so soon!"
Janie tucked her ass under, keeping her pussy away from his cock. She signed with relief, feeling the long hard thing slipping away from her cuntal mouth. Jack swore under his breath. "Come on, baby, come on. It's gonna hurt for a while. But then it's gonna be great."
Janie panicked. She was pinned under him, so weak, so helpless in this situation. She tried to focus on his eyes, to tell him she didn't want to rush into this. After all, she was the one losing her innocence.
"J-just wait some more. Please, I'm not ready, I-"
"You've been ready for one hell of a long time, judgin' by the way you're wettin' down my hand."
Janie blushed furiously, knowing what he said was true.
Jack rubbed both cuntlips with his fingers, pinching the resilient wet flesh of her cunt against her clit. At the same time he gouged her cunt with his .cock, dragging his balls over the lower junction of her pussylips.
It was all too much for the young girl. Janie gasped and cried out, arching her back, wallowing her shoulders against the sagging mattress. It was so hot, so very very hot in the room. She was covered with a thick layer of sweat.
"See? You're hot, really hot to trot. And I'm gonna take care of that tight little cunt for you."
As the minutes shot by, as Jack kept working his fingers in and out of her swampy cunthole, Janie's fears disappeared. Soon she was shifting her thighs around in a counter-rhythm, begging Jack to take care of her cunt with his dick.
"Fuck me, fuck me ... " she gasped, feeling her pussyhole being stretched wide.
Janie shoved her head against the pillow when she felt Jack shoving down. He had his knees pressed up tight against the backs of her legs. The weight on her shoulders increased as he angled down, bracing himself for the initial fucking thrust.
Janie was excited beyond words as she waited for the first fuck of her life.
"Now."
The word was so simple, and yet it marked the end of her girlhood days. He shoved in, his body trembling with effort. Janie growled, biting one edge of the pillow. She felt some sweat dripping down from Jack's face as he grunted with the effort of plowing a virgin pussy.
"Ughhh . . . shit, you're . . . uhhh . . . really tight. Guess you weren't lyin'," he whispered, putting his hands on either side of her small shoulders and drilling an inch into her pussy.
It was the craziest sensation she had ever felt before in her life! As Janie gasped and cried, Jack slipped his mouth back onto hers, drilling his tongue down her throat. Janie cried out, fighting back with her tongue, while throwing her arms more tightly around his neck and drawing him down to her tits.
He was fucking her . . . actually fucking her! Janie felt her cuntlips stretching around the fat rod as it fucked in. Juice trickled out of her hole, oozing into her asscrack, making her feel wet, wild and free. The heels of her feet banged against Jack's lower back as he kept sliding more of his meat into her cunt.
"Ohhhh . . ."
As the meaty head slipped in, Janie felt her lips closing tightly around his cockshaft. She started rocking her body from side to side, increasing the greasy friction that had already nearly brought Jack off.
"Take it easy, baby . . . nnnghhh, 'less you want me to pop off in your cunt right now."
"No, no, I don't ... oh please, no, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried, biting her lower lip, trying to keep her ass from moving.
His body drew closer and closer to hers. She could feel the wiry hairs on his chest tickling her sensitive flesh. There were at least six inches of cockmeat left to throw into her. Slowly, gradually, Janie felt her elastic cuntal membranes giving way, stretching tightly around his invading dick.
"Yeah . . . see, it's not too bad. It really feels good, right?" he whispered, flicking his tongue into her car.
"Ohhhhh yes, it's the best . . . ughhhh! The best feeling ever!"
"Then go for it, baby. You're gonna be so freaked out when I get through fucking you."
Janie shivered.
Chapter Six
"Oh yes, yes, it's so good! Oh, it's unreal! I like it this way!"
Janie gasped as her virgin cunt was fucked for the first time.
"Baby, this is one hell of a hot, tight fuck," Jack muttered.
More beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, running down the sides of his face and dripping onto Janie's chest and tits.
Janie stopped her writhing for a moment and opened her eyes, staring at the handsome man on top of her. Yes, it was a fantasy come true. She was being fucked, really fucked by this handsome young stud.
And then Jack was twisting his body around, reaming her out with his prick so she could feel the full thickness of his cock against her pussy walls. The spongy fat head of his prick wormed around and around, shoving deeper into her cunt. At times chilly flashes radiated up and down her thighs, making her snap her legs tight against his hips. The sensation of his hairy flesh against her wet thighs drove her up a wall. Janie felt her cunt flash hot, then chill deliciously. What odd, contrary feelings, and yet how they complemented one another!
"Unnghhhh!"
She curled her toes until they cramped. Janie's body felt strange, reacting in a way she never would have thought possible as Jack kept on drilling his cock into her soppy cunthole.
"That's it. Givin' you a little more . . . just a little more."
Jack was tensing his hairy buttocks, pushing his knees a little farther forward. His cockshaft was snaking through her bushy blonde cuntal curls, drops of her juice dotting the tufts of hair that tickled his rod.
"It's so good, it's going to kill me," Janie babbled.
Jack lowered his head again, licking the sides of her neck, biting her flesh while his fingers kneaded her large, stiff-nippled tits. When he caught one of the nubs between a thumb and forefinger, he rolled it around like a pea. When he pinched it, causing a sensation somewhere between pain and pleasure Janie thought she was going to piss from the feeling! She arched her back again, pressing her belly against Jack's while actually impaling herself onto his drilling dick.
"Ohhhhh yeah, baby, move that ass! Come on, baby, move it!"
With his other hand Jack was slapping her shivering asscheeks. The sound of his palm and fingers spanking her and the resulting hot feelings radiating from the reddening flesh added to her sexual arousal. It was wild, incredible! -
Janie forgot about King licking cunt, before, forgot about her mother. She could stay away all day, all night. Her mother was more worried about getting wasted with bourbon than about her anyway.
"Unnghhh . . . what . . . ?"
It was a spasm, something she had never felt before. Something had happened down there, something wonderful. His cock had touched a particularly sensitive spot in her cunt, triggered a set of muscles that cramped her pussy walls tight against his invading dick. It had stopped Jack dead in his tracks. His body shivered while he threw his head back and closed his eyes. His breathing became shallow, tight, uneven. Her cunt muscles were now milking his cock, clenching, relaxing, then clenching again. It had to be the most insane feeling ever! It had taken Janie by surprise.
"Shit. I never met a girl who could do that!" he gasped, the spasm passing.
"Really?"
Janie fluttered her eyelids, proud of her innate ability to excite a man. So he had never fucked a girl who could do that! And this was her very first time she had fucked. Janie felt growing excitement thinking about how much better she would be when she had experience. She could tell her young body had been built for fucking. Perhaps that would be her career.
The thought would have made her giggle if the spasms passing through her cunt weren't so strong.
Janie pulled herself up and kissed Jack passionately, dragging him back down on the bed with her.
"Gonna pop that cherry, baby. It's gonna hurt for a while. But when I get through you ain't gonna feel nothin' but good times."
Images of people fucking, of dogs fucking, of dogs fucking people passed through her head again. It was strange how those mental pictures seemed to flash up whenever she was this aroused. They all blurred while words registered in her confused brain. Pop your cherry. Hurts for a while. Yes, he was going to fuck her, fuck her all the way.
Janie could feel more throbbing inches of his wide-headed cock pushing in, spreading apart the walls of her slick cuntal membranes until he had run into something firm, something that made her lower her legs slightly and push back with the balls of her feet. Her inner thighs tensed as she shoved hard against Jack's hairy chest.
"Noooo!"
But the protest was half-meant. She knew it was her cherry he was breaking. "Stop . . ."
But her protest was barely more than a whisper. The pain subsided when he pulled his cock back for a second. She felt her cunthole shrinking behind his retreating cockhead for a bit. Then he was sliding his cock forward again, pushing it against her cherry, making that thick membrane bulge inward.
Janie tensed, pushing hard against his chest again, the back of her head digging into the pillow while her young body struggled under
Jack's.
"Oh, stop it. Go slow! Oh please, go slow! Oh, I can't take it. I just . . . can't. I . . ."
It was useless. It was futile to fight Jack. He was simply too big, too strong, for her to kick away. He was a determined man who was going to plow her open, break her in for more fucking. And she wanted more fucking from him when this was over. As much as this might hurt Janie instinctively knew the rest was pure pleasure. All she had to do was withstand this and it would be downhill all the way! But the pain, the pain . . .
"Damn it, keep still!"
He was holding her tightly by the shoulders, pressing her down into the soft mattress. They were drenched with sweat, their bodies slipping easily over one another. Perspiration burned into Janie's eyes, trickled down the sides of her face and into her ears.
"Oh no, no, no!"
She thought of King, of the way his tongue felt as it curled and speared into her cunt. How it felt when the rough, wet surface of the dog's tongue touched her clit. And when it pushed on her clit, how her legs snapped together, rubbing against his warm, furry sides! For a second she felt a flash of regret. At least King hadn't hurt her the way Jack was doing now. There wasn't that feeling of fear associated with pain. There wasn't that feeling of the unknown. "Ohhhhhh!"
She beat his back with the balls of her feet, kicked and hit him with her fists as her cherry was slowly torn loose from its anchorage.
"Take it easy, baby. It's gonna break . . . now!"
He drew back, tensed his thigh muscles, then pushed forward. The iron bedframe slid forward, banging hard against the plaster wall behind it. The topsheet tore loose from the mattress, gathering up under Janie's ass and Jack's sliding knees. And then it happened. Her cherry broke. In one swift stab his cock ripped through, plowing into the soft, wet depths of her cunt.
"Wawwwhhhhhh!"
Janie went crazy, biting and kicking at the stud on top of her as the pain radiated to all parts of her body. She was full, filled to the hilt with cockmeat. How strangely good it was to feel something that long, that thick and that hot sliding into her belly, spreading her cuntlips wide.
"Good, good?"
"Oh yes, yes, it's the best . . . ughhhh! The best feeling in the world!"
"Wait, baby. Just wait," he whispered, starting to move his dick.
It was mind-boggling I She couldn't believe the sensations rocketing through her body. His dick was sliding over her cuntal membranes. He fucked her, stopped, then fucked her again with his long dick. Her spread legs draped over the edge of the small bed, then drew up until her feet rested on his back. She could feel his thick, hot cock sliding into her again and again, soothing the raw sides of her cuntal walls where her cherry had been.
"Ughhhh ..."
At first she had tensed whenever his plum-sized head slipped past the sore spot. In a while all she could feel was her sexuality pounding and throbbing madly in her head.
"Ohhhh!"
Janie groaned as she felt his cock rest on her clit. His hairy chest rubbed over her tits, stimulating her stiff nipples, rubbing her nerve-endings until her flesh crawled with lust. She wanted all his cock inside her. She wanted that big hunk of meat plowing into her, spreading her open until . . . until she blew apart, split in two. Fucked to death! Janie didn't know if women could be fucked to death. But she couldn't think of a better way to die than to have a man's dick in her, touching her clit, rubbing her up to climax! To die while having an orgasm with a shooting dick nside her cunt had to be the best way!
"Ughhhhhh!"
Crazy thoughts, wild ideas! But she couldn't keep them from drifting through her mind. Janie loved feeling the hot rush of his cockmeat as it slammed into her tight cunt. Before she knew it, Jack was hammering against her clit, tilting his body forward purposely to keep his cock in constant contact with that nerve-rich center. He knew what he was doing. Janie knew she was being fucked by an expert, a man who knew how to play a woman for all she was worth!
"Ughhhhh, nooooo!"
That hot, tight, chilly flash of orgasmic delight was on her again . . . just as it had been on her when King licked her into a climactic frenzy. Janie rocked her ass frantically now, sucking in air through her burning nostrils to feed her body. She felt like an animal, a wild, fucking animal who couldn't get enough dickmeat in her cunt to satisfy her throbbing clit. She wanted it all, all shoving inside her, brushing over her clit until she passed out with the wildness she felt building inside.
"Feel it, Janie? Feel it?"
How could he ask such a stupid question? She was tossing her hips under him, banging her hipbones against him, clawing his back until he writhed in pain.
Jack kept fucking her harder and faster. He shoved hard against her body, making her shake and shiver as he pounded his way into her body. The girl was grunting like a bitch dog in heat, a bitch ready to take on any dick, on any animal. After all, she had spread her legs for her pet, had let a German shepherd lick her hot wet cunt. "No, no . . ."
No, Janie couldn't let herself think of that terrible time. She shook her head again, knocking the image of her pet from her thoughts.
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out!"
Janie was grunting. A core of joy poised for a maddening minute on the head of her clit. In a second, in a second she would be cumming, cumming with that fat dick reaming and fucking her out.
"Ohhhhh!"
Jack's cock seemed to be ballooning, stretching her open until she thought she was going to go crazy. She moaned again as a flash of sexual fire lapped up her thighs, sparking into her cunt. She felt her legs tighten around his back. Her arms moved around his neck as she tried pulling him closer.
"Gonna make it, baby. Come on, baby, gonna shoot my jizz into you."
The words burned through the red fog that had settled over her brain. He was going to shoot that white stuff inside her. ''Unghhhhh!',
Her entire body was clutching him as he drilled frantically into her hole. He was on the last round of his fucking. Janie knew it. She felt him tensing, springing back for the final thrust.
"NOW!"
Janie knew what he was talking about. She felt him tense. His cock had stopped pumping in and out now. His prick was throbbing crazi-ly, jerking against her cuntal walls. Her body tightened up in orgasmic tenseness. Her muscles clenched, grabbing around his dick.
"Ughhhh ..."
Jack's balls tightened up in their sac. The thick tube running through his cock was ready to take the jizz boiling up from his nuts.
"MORE!"
But Jack was through sliding his dick into her hole. He was enjoying this now, keeping his cockroot pressed hard against her cuntlips, feeling his dickhead spasming against her slick pussy membranes. Janie was throwing her ass around as best she could, rubbing her clit frantically against the hard hot sides of his prick. Then she felt her cuntal walls tightening hard against his dick.
"Nooooo!"
It happened! Janie felt scalding jets of something sticky bursting out of his cockhead and spattering into her cunt. He was shooting his cum into her. He was cumming, filling her with jizz!
"Cummmmmmm!" Janie screamed, not caring if the neighbors or her mother heard her. The room seemed to crash down on her as the first gigantic spasm roared through her cunt.
"Fuck it out! Fuck it out, bitch!" Jack shouted as his own wildness overcame him.
The two thrashed and clawed at one another. Janie felt his white-hot jizz erupt in her cunt. It felt as if her world were exploding into a million brightly colored pieces. Her pussy walls spasmed as her cunt clamped around Jack's dickmeat. Her cunt held the squirming, shooting hunk of cock deep inside as more and more of his spunk was dumped into her willing body.
"Ughhhhh! Unghhh! Unnghhh!" Janie cried out in a series of loud shrieks.
Nothing, absolutely nothing in her young, inexperienced life, had prepared her for this overwhelming feeling of ecstasy as her cunt continued spasming around his shooting dick.
Jack shoved his body down hard and held it there, sealing the two of them together with the white glue still spurting out of his dickhead.
Janie tossed and twitched. "Ohhhhh God!"
It went on-that mind-blowing, cunt-splitting sensation of being fucked to death. Her orgasm was exploding again and again. Something was oozing out of her hole. Jizz! He was still firing more cum into her, filling her so much that her cunt couldn't hold it all. Spasm after spasm rushed through her as she cried out, faintly hearing her own voice as she nearly lost consciousness several times during this spree.
Finally it was over.
Collapsing in a sweat-slickened state of exhaustion, Janie closed her eyes, loving the warm glow that had begun to settle over her flesh. Jack was lying to one side now, having rolled her over while still keeping his cock in her.
"Nice, real nice," he whispered, smoothing his fingers over her thighs. "You did real good. You're one hell of a hot fuck."
"Really?"
She thought of the comment he had made earlier. He had a brother, a brother like him coming here for a visit. Did she dare fuck both of them? It was almost too daring a thing to think. Yet she wanted to think about it.
"Your mother ..."
"In a little while," Janie said, clutching her cuntal muscles around his cock.
She wanted to feel this sensation of cock in cunt for as long as she could!
Chapter Seven
Where could she be?
Joyce set down the grocery bags, brushing her hair away from her eyes. Janie was nowhere to be found. Peering out the kitchen window, Joyce saw several gardening tools in front of the garage. Jack must have taken off some time. Well, it was hot . . . nearly ninety degrees, and the humidity was killing. Joyce couldn't expect him to work like a Roman slave all day. When it was cooler, she was sure he'd be outside, sweating, moving that wonderful body of his . . . "Ohhhhh . . ."
There she went again, thinking about him, about that near-encounter with the big, handsome stud in his small apartment. How she wished she could turn back the clock!
Now, Joyce imagined him turning her around, drawing her close, so close until their thighs bumped. It would be just as before . . . the hot rushing sensation in her pussy, the tightness surrounding her nipples, the strange dampness over her flesh that signaled high arousal. Then he would take her, lead her to the bed, undress her, lay her down and then . . . and then . . .
Joyce passed a trembling hand over her forehead. She was on fire again! Her knees were weak, trembling with lust. She could feel her panty crotch clinging to her cuntlips. Juice was seeping from her hot, furry hole. She was ready for Jack, ready right now to walk out the door and climb those steps, climb them and . . . and ...
What if her daughter were to come home and see her leaving Jack's apartment? How could she cover that up? There would be an accusing stare, silence that spoke of disapproval.
Now Joyce realized she had a duty, and that duty called for abstinence from fucking that man.
Joyce bit her fingers, closing her eyes and shaking violently. Tears of frustration welled up hotly and oozed down her flushed cheeks. It was unfair, so unfair! Why was fucking something reserved only for the young? She had been cheated, barred from all the sexual feelings she now wanted. Was this her fate? Was she going to always feel this hot, this desirable, and never had a man to satisfy her?
"Oh."
It was King, the dog, as if he sensed her frustration, sensed her growing need.
Joyce leaned against the sink her fingers grabbing at the cool porcelain. Last night, the garden! Joyce felt herself panting, breathing heavily as the big furry animal rubbed against her thighs. She had been horrified, kicking him away. She couldn't let herself slip again. Last night was an accident. She was drunk, the dog horny. She had been unable to control either him or herself.
But now, now she was stone sober. If she happened to let the dog touch her, there could be no mistaking the act. It would be a willful act of perversion of depravity. She would never be able to look at herself again without thinking of the dog, his tongue, his wonderful muscular body wiggling against hers.
"Stop it!"
There wasn't an ounce of conviction in her voice.
King rubbed harder, circling her, licking her ankles. Joyce closed her eyes once more, sucking in her lower lip and biting down hard. The hotness between her legs was moving again, her full cuntlips swelling and spreading open as the animal continued to rub up against her and excite her.
"It can't be happening again ... it just can't! I won't let it ... I ... "
But how could she stop it? It was like trying to stop a dam from breaking up.
Joyce stood in the middle of her kitchen, swaying from side to side, concentrating on the pulsing itch between her legs that was taking every ounce of energy from her body. There was no doubting it. She wanted something to relieve that pressure building up between her legs. If not Jack, then it had to be ... it had to be the dog.
"Oh, how did you know? You crazy animal, how did you know?"
Joyce felt a rush of relief the moment she decided to accept the dog as her lover. Bending down, she stroked his thick fur. She wouldn't do it here . . . upstairs, behind the locked door of her bedroom where Janie would never know what was happening.
"Come on, boy, come on."
Joyce moved quickly through the living room. It was as if she were floating on air, feeling her heart pounding so hard, so violently. Later she could hardly remember having climbed the stairs, having walked down the dark, cool upstairs hall to her bedroom.
King was trotting behind her, his wheezing, whistling breathing exciting her incredibly.
"Inside."
Joyce could hardly talk as she closed and locked the bedroom door behind them. For a few seconds she leaned against the doorway, her fingers still on the knob, her eyes closed, as she tried to regain her normal breathing.
"All right, you damned dog. You wanted me before. Now I want you."
The words sounded terrible. They made the hair on the back of her neck stand up on end. Goosebumps fleshed out all over her skin. She was encouraging the dog right now, staring at him glassy-eyed while still leaning against the door.
King dropped his bushy tail, moving it slowly from side to side, his big brown eyes rolled up and staring back at her.
Again! It's happening again, Joyce thought, digging her fingernails into her palms.
Her cunt was burning, set on fire by her own twisted lusts. She thought of Jack, of his muscled body, of his handsome face. She groaned. Instead of going to bed with Jack, she had lured an animal up to her bedroom. "Oh, why not?"
She pushed herself away from the door and staggered to her bed.
King trotted behind, leaping onto the mattress and tilting his head to one side as he stared curiously at her.
"Damned dog," Joyce muttered.
It didn't take the woman long to unzip her dress and then unsnap her bra. She shuddered, feeling the odd, sexy feeling as her heavy tits sprang free. Feeling a little awkward as King stared hungrily at her dampened crotch panel, Joyce shoved her thumbs under the waistband and pushed down. She stepped out of her panties, her fingers icy with excitement.
"You want me, damn you, then take me," she whispered, sliding onto the bed after kicking off the coverlet.
The animal moved between her legs, dropping his head, starting to lick at her ankles.
Joyce closed her eyes, digging her nails into her thighs. It was mad, crazy, to let something like this go on. No one could ever forgive her if they were to find out what she had done. In the garden she had been surprised, attacked while she was drunk and not in control of all her faculties. But now, this was different. Joyce had purposely lured the animal.
"Oh yesss! That's it, boy, come on, come up and lick me good," she muttered.
Joyce was rolling from side to side, rubbing the backs of her legs over the silken topsheet. The subtle slide of her cuntlips against one another made her gasp. Her nostrils flared while her cheeks flushed red with excitement. Slowly Joyce pushed her legs apart, feeling her cunthole open up. Her cuntlips peeled back, revealing the dark red moist cuntmeat throbbing with lust.
King caught sight of the attractive hot meal being offered him. Joyce shivered, wondering when he would move up, sop up the juices starting to flow, starting to slick down her buttocks.
"Oh now, now ..." she muttered.
Joyce pushed her head back in the pillow, rolling it from side to side, strands of blonde hair clinging to her cheeks. The dog was sliding his sloppy tongue up, up past her ankles, along the soft spots behind her lower legs, then up to her knees. She was being bathed in the hot spit, slicked down entirely! Every nerve-ending in her cunt seemed to beg for the dog's licking tongue. In the hot room the cooling of the spit on her flesh felt so good.
King was drawing closer and closer to her throbbing pussy. Joyce dragged her fingernails up and down her thighs, delighting in the sensation of scratching her goosefleshed skin. "Ohhhhh nooooo!"
She arched her back, her shoulders writhing against the mattress. Her knees drew up, then flopped back down to the bed as the throbbing between her legs became intense. Her cuntlips were tensing, winking open, then snapping shut as the dog's tongue drew closer and closer to her pussy.
"Oh please, hurry, oh hurry King! Oh God, what am I doing? What am I doing?"
Joyce drew her hand over her eyes. All she wanted was the animal to lick her cunt.
"Now!"
King had moved up, pushed his head up until he was nosing her upper thighs. The feeling was electric!
Joyce sighed, spreading her arms farther apart, pushing her legs to either side of the large bed, giving him all her slick cunt to eat. The dog was feeding on her, eating her out as if she were some sort of fancy-looking dinner bowl. Somehow that thought was exciting to her. A dinner bowl! That was what her pussy was to him.
King was sniffing at her cunt. His tail was swishing back and forth while a hungry growl came from his throat. Joyce shivered again, feeling herself become a meal ... a good, hot. sexy meal for her pet German shepherd. "Fuck, fuck
She kept telling him to fuck her, to eat her out, to lick her clit. The woman was going half mad with sexual desire, rolling her body so violently the headboard began to rattle against the rear wall. That was ail right. No one else was home. No one could hear her groans, her ecstatic sharp cries of delight as the animal sloshed his tongue closer and closer to her swampy cunt.
"Uhhhhh!"
The tip of the dog's tongue was close, so close to her pussy! He was deliberately toying with her, playing games with her. It was uncanny, thinking of the dog in human terms. Was he that subtle, that intelligent? She raised her head with great difficulty and peered at the big dog. He loomed like some hellish demon between her legs. All that fur, all that muscle, and all of it hers!
"King ..." she breathed.
The big German shepherd stopped his licking for a moment and rolled his eyes up at her again. His tongue hung out of one corner of his mouth. She could see his fangs. Yes, yes, he was hers for the taking, hers for the fucking.
Groaning with delight and confusion Joyce dropped her head back to the pillow, wonder-
ing where all of this would end.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she begged.
Her knees jerked up, then fell apart again. Once more Joyce felt her cuntlips unstick. The dog moved up, his forepaws brushing against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Joyce could feel the sheets dampening under her buttocks, damp with her cunt juice and his doggie spit. Then the dog was licking her blooming cuntlips, licking them almost tenderly. Had he been that tender in the garden that night?
"Ummmmmm ..."
He was smelling her . . . smelling and tasting her pussy.
Joyce felt his tongue curling around her pussy now, drilling into the rich meat, lapping at her juices.
Smell and taste were a dog's most powerful senses. And now he was using them to the fullest, smelling and tasting this strange female writhing under him in her own bed. And now he was putting his long dark pink tongue back into her cunt, licking around her inner cuntlips. He was tonguing her clit now, driving her up the wall.
"Oh God!"
It was wild, so completely uninhibited.
She propped herself up on her elbows again, shaking hair away from her eyes. King, she saw, was on his belly now, his ears pricked while his snout was pressed up against her flushed cuntlips. His tongue slopped up and down, up and down her labes.
Joyce heaved a long sigh, her high-riding tits jiggling. Tendons pushed out against the flesh of her thighs as the tension built higher and higher. Pushing herself up a little more, Joyce could see King's tongue disappearing in her thick cuntal bush, sliding in and out of her cunthole. It was wonderful, a marvel to watch! She drew her legs up a little, spreading her thighs, giving the big dog more room to lick. She wanted him to lick her pussy all over.
King whined, moving his forelegs up and shoving his paws against her thighs to stretch them even wider apart. Then he tilted his head to one side and slid forward, burying the first few inches of his maw in her cunt.
Joyce stiffened, jerking her arms back for support while throwing back her head. She let out a long gasp, fighting to keep from shrieking with delight. She didn't want the whole neighborhood to come running to investigate. Arching her back, Joyce groaned with unspeakable delight as she felt herself being fucked by the dog's nose. It was almost like being fucked by a dick ... a long, thick hot, furry cock!
"Unnghhh . . . ohhhhh!"
Joyce didn't dare think of what was really happening to her. She was letting a dog do this to her. But it was only temporary, until she had enough courage to march across the short distance separating the house from the garage and climb the stairs, offering herself to that man. Or perhaps she should try some of those bars where men go to pick up women. She could tell Janie something . . . perhaps another party. Surely her daughter wouldn't suspect that her prudish mother was off on a fling, trying to get herself really laid! "King!"
He was shoving his muzzle in deeper, rubbing the stubby ticklish hairs of his maw against her clit. Sparks showered into her cunt from that light touch.
Joyce jerked forward, her heels beating against the dog's furred haunches. Joyce tensed her ass muscles, bracing herself with her hands and raising her ass several inches above the spit-soaked sheets. She moved her cunt back and forth, laughing huskily as the dog whined and licked up at the moving furry target. Spit and juice oozed from her hot hole like lava.
"Ughhhhh!"
The hunger of her body forced everything out of her mind except the dog and her. It was just the two of them, the two of them alone in her bedroom, milking out every last possible sensation from this sordid scene.
"Fuck me, fuck me." Again she was begging the dog to mount her.
Could she do something like that? And what would happen? She breathed heavily, whimpering much the same way King was as he kept trying to bury more of his snout into her hole.
"Ohhhh!"
Joyce reached, down with her hands, feeling with her fingers at the squishy, steamy mess between her thighs. She felt the dog's tongue move up, lick her fingers, then nuzzle her knuckles before he moved back to the center of her cunthole.
It was getting better, getting so much better. She thought of Jack again, thought of his trimmed body, of the way the sweat trickled down his pecs and stained the tops of his Levi's as he worked in the back yard. There was that bulge between his legs, the swell of a hefty hunk of cockmeat that promised ... if only she weren't so damned proud!
"Ohhhhh ..."
Fucking with the gardener. Well, what was so wrong with that, considering what she was doing now?
"Oh yes, yesssss ..." she hissed, opening herself even more to the lapping, sexy-crazed animal.
Chapter Eight
The feeling between her splayed thighs was growing hotter, tighter, more concentrated, as the animal's tongue licked again and again over her cuntlips. Her pussy hairs were slick with spit, most of them plastered against the red-hot cuntmeat throbbing beneath them.
Joyce was lying back flat on the bed now, her tits heaving with each hard breath she took. The room was spinning around her, growing alternately light and dark as a strange buzzing sound filled her ears. She couldn't seem to get enough air in her lungs as King concentrated his licking on her pussy, moving his tongue faster and faster in and out of her hole.
"Oh no, no, no!"
Joyce didn't want it to end. She wanted this lapping, licking sensation to go forever. It was good, so good to feel the animal on top of her.
King was scratching her inner thighs excitedly with his claws, unaware of the pain he was causing her. That was fine, that was all right. She enjoyed it, loved knowing that an animal was doing this to her. What had first sickened and frightened her, now excited her out of her mind!
The mattress squeaked and groaned while the headboard banged noisily against the wall. Joyce was thrashing around the bed madly, nearly knocking the dog off several times with her movements. But King stayed with her, growling and snapping at her undulating legs whenever her movements became too wild.
"Ughhhhhhhhh!"
Family, friends, respectability, morality- they all became fantasies as the reality of her pussy and the German shepherd's tongue washed over her. At times Joyce tensed her ass muscles, lifting her ass off the bed slowly and feeding her cunt to King.
"Ohhhh!"
King whimpered loudly. He moved his tongue back, lapping back into the split of her asscheeks now, back to the tiny, tight knot of her asshole.
Joyce didn't want to cum. Not yet. She enjoyed this sexual high, the sensation of drifting through golden clouds. Ugly reality disappeared for her. All that was left was her and the dog. Just her and the licking animal driving her up the wall.
"Ohhh noooo!"
He was trying to stick his nose up her ass, do the same thing to her shitter he had done to her cunt. No, that was impossible. No one had ever fucked her in the ass with anything. And Joyce wasn't about to let this animal be the first.
"No, no, get away!" she gasped, slapping down with one hand.
King whimpered, giving up and going back to her pussy.
"Ohhh, good doggie, good . . . ughhhhh! Good, nice doggie!"
She was breathing hard now, her tits heaving with each breath of air she took to feed her wriggling, plunging body. Reaching up, Joyce rubbed behind the dog's head, locking her fingers just behind his ears and pushing him deeper into her juicy slit. In and out, in and out. Joyce was fucking herself with the dog's maw, using his snout as a kind of dildo.
King liked it, enjoyed having the woman use him this way. His pink tongue drove up and down her cuntal crack.
It was sooo good, so shamelessly, wickedly good! Her clit throbbed from the steady licking friction. Joyce fanned her fingers along his neck, lifting her feet from the sagging mattress. She was opening herself to him again, peeling her cunt open for the dog's tongue! Had she ever done this for her husband? Of course they had had good sex. That was about the only good thing they had in their sour marriage. But this! Had she been this inhibited? Hadn't she always let him lead and she follow? But this, this was different. Joyce was calling the shots now, guiding the dog to satisfy her particular desires.
"Unnghhhh!"
She was moving her ass up and down frantically now, jerking her ass around in jerky fucking motions. She twisted it from side to side at times so she could feel the dog's fangs brushing her cuntlips. Groaning and gasping, Joyce gave him her clit again.
"Unnghh . . . ooooooohhh!"
Joyce didn't care about anything any more. It was the best thing that could have happened to her. She wondered briefly why she had been so reluctant to let the dog lick her, touch her in this way. It was lovely, and so private. There was simply no way her daughter could find out about this without her telling her. And Joyce knew that was one thing that would never happen.
"Uhhhhhhh fuck!"
She drew one hand over her mouth, stifling her cries of joy. She had to be quiet, couldn't really scream the way she wanted to scream. The window was open, the neighborhood quiet this hot afternoon. Sounds carried. She had to be careful!
"Oh, hurry, hurry King!"
She was close to cumming, close to spasming right in his mouth! The animal gave out a little yip, then nuzzled his snout between her cuntlips. She felt her tender cuntlips throb. If a man's dick were slipping in and out of her hole now, she would be milking it now, dragging her nails over his back while scissoring her legs around his thighs and pounding the hell out of his groin.
"Uhhhh!"
A fiery flash shot through her pussy. Suddenly, it was Jack, and not the dog on top of her. Jack, and not the dog eating her out, getting ready to mount her, sticking his dick in her cunt. Joyce went wild, slapping her hands against the bed, jerking her legs back and forth, feeling her cunt explode.
"Oh Jack . . . King, ughhhhh!"
Images became confused, feelings mixed, as Joyce teetered on the brink of orgasm. She kicked and scratched at the big dog as brilliant lights popped and flashed behind her eyes.
"OHHHHHHH!"
Joyce was pitching on the bed, feeling her chest tighten so much she thought she was having a heart attack. The hot rushing sensations between her thighs were starting, signaling a powerful cum. She bucked her ass against King's jaws. His teeth moved up and down, cutting her slightly and bringing out babbling groans of pleasure from her throat. She raked his fur with her fingers, pulling him harder against her. She wanted a man, a man on top of her, a man like Jack fucking her while she went crazy under his sweaty body.
"FUCK!"
All she had was King-King and that magnificent tongue sloshing in and out of her cunt. She didn't dare frighten him, kick him out of bed while her cunt was this close to orgasm. If only, if only there were some way she could feel the sensation of being fucked, of really being filled with dick! No, she wouldn't dare think of crawling around on her hands and knees, letting the dog fuck her. There were limits, boundaries beyond which she wouldn't dare travel! It was too sick, too daring for her to think about-letting him slip that knobby boner between her legs and fuck her. "OHHHHH!"
Fuck. Fuck! For the last time before she came, Joyce snapped her head up. She looked beyond the white, thin fur covering his belly and saw King's dick. How strange, how odd a dog's cock was! It was so red, so knobby, so slick. It looked like a skinned human dick! And that point at the end. It looked ridiculous. And yet Joyce had little doubt that King would have mounted her, would have embraced her like a bitch lover and driven that thing into her snatch if she wanted him.
"No, no, don't want . . . don't ..."
Joyce went crazy, thrashing and wriggling about the bed as King licked and nuzzled her, panting his hot breath against her convulsing cunt. Hot juice flooded out, wetting down the wrinkled topsheets more. More juice wet down King's snout until the smacking, wet sounds were louder than ever.
"UHHHHH!"
It was slow, achingly, agonizingly slow. Her cum wasn't the hot rush it would have been with a dick trenching out her cunt. Gradually, slowly she wound up, her clit throbbing, beating out a rhythm that drove every thought from her mind except fucking, except letting herself become prey to the licking animal between her legs.
"OHHHHHHH FUCK!"
The licking was just enough to keep the delirious waves of sexual ecstasy flowing. She jerked like a speared fish. Finally she thrust her fingers into her cunt as the dog whimpered and licked her white, shaking knuckles. It was good, better than before.
"UHHHHH!"
Joyce jerked up her knees, rolling on her left side and curling up into a fetal position. The spasms were so sharp, almost painful, as the dog moved about to keep his tongue buried in her snatch. It was mind-boggling. The cum became more intense, more concentrated, sharpening to a pinpoint.
"NOOOOOOO!"
She twitched again, her legs kicking out as she rolled back on her ass. She beat the balls of her feet against the mattress, rubbing her thighs against the furred sides of the animal licking her to orgasm.
Her climax seemed to go on and on forever. Joyce was gasping for air, sucking in lungfuls of air to feed her wiggling body as the headboard banged against the wall in time to her spasms.
When she opened her eyes again, she found King lying beside her. She had been hugging his strong, soft-furred body. A swirl of thoughts came at her. What had she done? What had she willingly done right here under her own roof? This had been the room where she and her new husband had made love. This was the place where Janie had been conceived. And now she was doing this terrible thing. She was breaking centuries of morality by bringing an animal to bed with her!
Joyce sat up on the edge of the bed.
King stirred, resting his head in her lap. He looked up at her with those soft brown eyes of his.
Finally Joyce smiled, ruffling his fur. "You crazy dog. Did you know just how crazy you are?"
King wagged his tail happily.
Joyce took a deep breath. "Okay. I guess the world isn't going to stop and let us off. I've got to find some way to get this all under control."
Slowly Joyce slipped from the bed, feeling unsteady as she shuffled over the cool wood floor and picked up a dressing gown. Joyce stood by the door, pressing her ear against the wood. Was Janie here? Had she come back from wherever she was?
No sound.
"Come on, boy, come on," Joyce whispered, patting her thighs while cracking the door open.
A rush of cooler air hit her face as she peered out into the darker hall.
King seemed to know what was expected of him and jumped off the bed, then trotted happily out into the corridor.
"God," Joyce sighed, walking into the hall and rushing into the bathroom.
She showered, feeling good for the first time in a long time. What had made her feel this way? The dog? The powerful, uninhibited orgasm she had had? She didn't know. But as she toweled herself off in the steamy room, Joyce realized she was humming some happy tune.
Walking out of the bathroom, Joyce heard the front door slam shut. "Janie?"
"Oh hi, Mom! It was so hot I thought I'd go over to the city pool down the block," the young girl called up from the living room.
Joyce gathered the gown around her and walked slowly down the stairs. Would King give away their little secret? Would he nose her, perhaps raise her gown and stick his snout up her thighs in front of her daughter?
Joyce paused on the stairs for a moment, wondering if she should dare walk into the living room.
"Boy, King was in a hurry or something,"
Janie called out now from the kitchen. "He nearly knocked me over when he ran through here."
Joyce sighed with relief and continued down the steps, feeling her cuntlips rub pleasantly against each other. Kind was probably outside.
"Oh, Janie, I hope you had something else on besides that when you went out," Joyce said, giving her daughter a disapproving stare as she examined the string bikini barely clinging to her daughter's body.
"Oh, Mother, don't be so old-fashioned. All the kids are wearing stuff like this today," Janie said petulantly, sipping more of the soda she had just poured.
Probably hitting the bottle again, Janie thought as she examined her mother's dressing gown. There was something weird about seeing a grown-up woman at mid-day parading around the house in a gown. Janie took another long sip of the pop, blushing when she heard Jack's voice singing outside.
"Oh, he's back," Joyce said, tightening her grip around the gown.
Joyce didn't see her daughter's discomfort as she moved to the sink and peered out the window. Yes, he was back, raking up the debris around the rock garden. Yes, he was just as she remembered him-handsome, hard-muscled, his flesh gleaming with sweat under the afternoon sun. She would have given anything to have had him in her bed instead of King!
"Oh, must be that new guy. He any good?" Janie asked, finishing her soda and feeling a little weak.
Janie wondered if there were any way her mother could tell she had been fucking. Was there some sign, some action she might be making that would indicate all that had happened between them? She bit her lower hp, shuffling her feet uncomfortably. Both she and Jack had wiped up. But now as she stood there, Janie felt some cum oozing from her slit, wetting down the crotch panel of her bikini bottom. It was time to beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom and wash out the suit.
Joyce nodded. "I think so. He seems to be working hard."
Joyce had to turn away. She was growing hot again, feeling her thighs tensing. Her confusion was so great that she didn't notice her daughter's uneasiness. She leaned against the sink, wondering how on earth she was going to satisfy herself after Janie went upstairs.
It was so good, so good, Joyce thought, closing her eyes and thinking about the dog, thinking about the way his tongue touched her, thinking about her own fantasy pictures of Jack, about men in general when King's snout had fucked in and out of her convulsing pussy.
She had wished that stud out there had been squirming on top of her, holding her down with those calloused hands while he pushed her thighs open and drove his cock into her cunt. Every square inch of her body wanted him, needed him. Would she ever have the courage to ask him to . . .
"No!"
Joyce drew her hands to her face, pressing the tips against her forehead. How her flesh burned even now, even after having cum only minutes before! She moaned soft and low, the burning sensation having returned to her cunt. When would it stop?
Upstairs Janie washed out her bathing suit in the sink, humming to herself. She had been good. That was Jack's own word. Good! In fact, he intimated that she had been the best fuck he had had in a long time. That was saying something for her first time!
Glancing up at the steamed wall mirror, Janie realized she was smiling, still grinning from the wonderful time she had had all afternoon. Janie realized some people might say she should be ashamed of herself, should have felt guilty at having such a good time.
Nonsense! Janie laughed at that thought.
But she had to be careful. She didn't want to think of herself as some kind of slut, a girl who gave her cunt away indiscriminately. But going to bed with Jack wasn't being careless. Any girl in her school would have given her right arm to have a toss in the hay with that stud. And besides, he was gentle, knowing full well how to give a girl the maximum without really hurting her.
Janie kept humming, tossing her wet washed suit over the towel rack, then bending down and turning on the shower. How could she keep what was happening between her and the handyman a secret from her mother? Joyce had seemed a little distracted this afternoon, making only a passing disapproving comment on her wearing the bathing suit in public. Maybe her mother was waxed on booze again. That would be one benefit of all that sloppy drinking. Joyce would be so high she wouldn't recognize obvious signs of her daughter's misbehavior.
Misbehavior? Janie laughed again, stepping into the tub and letting the water rush over her young body. She couldn't think of a better way to behave, especially with Jack.
Chapter Nine
Several days had passed since Janie had lost her cherry to Jack. She had tried more than once to get up to his upstairs apartment. But her mother had been strangely alert, staying home most of the time, watching television until early in the morning, apparently keeping some sort of vigil. One thing good about all this, Janie thought, was that at least her mother had stopped drinking.
Then on the fifth day Janie saw that Jack's brother had arrived. That morning, while eating breakfast, Janie had overheard the conversation between Jack and her mother. Joyce had said there would be no problem if his brother were going to stay for a few days. Janie had sat there in the breakfast nook, her fingers trembling with excitement.
Jack's brother was here . . . another man to stud her. She bit her lower lip, glancing nervously down the hall to see if her mother was about to return. Shoving back her chair, Janie sprang across the room, leaning heavily against the sink and peering out into the backyard. She saw Jack carrying one suitcase. Behind him a tall, dark-haired stud was holding onto a garment bag. He was big . . . big and dark and handsome! She felt a thrill of delight ripple up and down her spine. So that was Jack's brother.
Janie wondered how on earth she would be able to get away from her mother.
"I hope you don't mind, Janie, but Jack's having his brother stay for a while," Joyce said as she walked back into the kitchen.
Jack's brother Tom had affected Joyce as well. As he stood there eyeing her, Joyce felt her cunt throbbing. Her buttocks tightened while her thighs chilled and flashed hot alternately. She wondered if he could tell that she was a woman in heat, a woman who would have fallen down at his feet if the time were right.
Tom's laughing eyes and mocking smile pierced her very soul.
Joyce felt that man's searching look burn right through her clothing. She felt naked . . . naked and desirable in front of those two men.
Little did Joyce know that Jack had been telling his brother about Janie, about how good she was in the sack. Both men were anxious for the night to come. Instinctively they knew Janie would do everything she could to sneak out and come to the garage. It was that thought that made Tom's cock hard and press out against the front of his trousers, a fact not lost on Joyce's eyes.
Joyce turned and walked away after introductions had been made. She felt her wet cuntlips slipping against each other.
Joyce envied her daughter because Janie seemed so ignorant of life, of the trouble a woman had when she . . . when she couldn't satisfy her basic desires.
The rest of the day passed slowly for both women, each painfully aware of the men lounging about the backyard.
Janie didn't work that day, afraid she might say or do something that would arouse her mother's suspicions. Joyce on the other hand did everything she could to avoid the kitchen, to avoid peering out the back window and staring at the young studs.
That night Joyce couldn't take staying in the house. The heatwave had continued, the humidity actually having increased since the previous day.
A movie. A nice, air-conditioned theater would help her take her mind off these men. When Janie refused to show any interest in going along, Joyce thought nothing of it. So she left the house around seven, kissing her excited daughter good-bye and telling her she would be back around nine-thirty or so.
Janie sat in the living room, thinking her heart was going to burst with excitement as she heard her mother's car start up and back out the curved drive. She didn't dare get up and watch the vehicle disappear down the tree-lined street. Her mother might see her and wonder why she was so anxious to see her leave. Instead she sat in front of the droning television and stared blankly at the screen, waiting until she could no longer hear the car.
Jack and Tom are up there, she thought, curling her fingers and digging them into the soft sofa armrests. Her cunt was itching, tingling, ready to be fucked, sucked, stimulated to the highest of sexual arousals. Unfolding her legs, Janie started to get up.
"Get back, King, get back!" The dog was around her, sniffing at her aroused cunt. It was as if he knew she was in heat. He could smell her clear across the large living room. Now he was in front of the couch, resting his handsome snout on her lap, sliding his tongue across her thighs.
Janie had been wearing a tight pair of blue shorts, complemented with a white cotton halter that snowed off her stiffening nipples. King started licking at those nipples when Janie bent down to push him away.
"Oooouuhhfff!"
Janie wasn't interested in going to bed with some dog when there were two young men only a few feet away wanting to fuck her. Or at least she hoped they wanted her. She couldn't take refusal now, not now when her pussy was burning up with lust!
The German shepherd whimpered in disappointment, circling her in confusion, trying to stick his nose up her pussy once more. Janie was firm, kicking him once, then finally shoving him away roughly, shaking a warning finger at him.
"You try something like this again and there won't be any supper for you later," she said.
King backed away, whimpering, his body shaking with frustration as he stared at her departing figure.
The night was beautiful.
In spite of the heat, Janie thought it was the most beautiful night she'd ever seen. The stars were brilliant, scattered across the black clear sky like diamonds over crushed velvet. She stopped in the garden for a moment, tilting her head back, closing her eyes and inhaling the sweet air.
She was going to march right up there and say hello to this new man. And yet wasn't she being a slut? Wasn't she offering herself to him like a whore?
Janie shook her head, feeling her long blonde hair splashing over her bare shoulders. This was different. She was new, inexperienced, trying to learn all she could in a short while. There wasn't anything wrong about this.
Climbing the stairs, she could hear soft country western music coming from behind the closed door. She reached the top, feeling her chest tightening so much she could hardly breathe!
Curling her fingers into a fist, Janie knocked quietly. When there was no answer, she felt a feeling resembling relief wash over her. Starting to turn about and walk back down, she stopped, hearing the music turn off. There were footsteps, then the sound of the doorknob turning.
"Hi, Janie. Come on in," Jack welcomed.
She stepped into the dimly lit apartment, smelling beer. The two had been drinking for a while, talking over old times when the knock at the door stopped their conversation. Both men felt a rush of excitement, felt their dicks pressing up against their trousers. Both of them knew it was Janie, that hot little teenager with the perky ass standing behind the door, waiting to be let in so she could give them a little fun and action.
"Hi," Janie said, sitting down and feeling a little awkward.
What did they expect of her? What was she supposed to do? She felt some fear as Tom nodded, trailing the edge of the cold beer can over his thick lips.
"Your mom home?" Jack asked, closing and silently bolting the door.
"No, she went to the shopping mall to catch a movie. It's so hot here she felt she had to get out of the house," Janie said, squirming uncomfortably in the soft-cushioned chair.
"Why didn't you go along with her?" Tom asked, taking a sip of his beer, then resuming that sexy, sneering smile of his.
"Oh, I don't know," Janie said, lowering her gaze.
She had her hands folded in her lap, moving her sandaled feet back and forth, shuffling them beneath the chair. Of course they knew why she didn't go. Why didn't they just drop the pretense and . . . the thought of what she wanted them to do to her made her flush.
"Well, guess we gotta make it up to this girl to make sure she doesn't get bored staying at home," Tom said, setting his beer can down with a clatter on the floor and standing up.
Janie felt her heart skip a beat. She saw something big and hefty pressing out against the front of his Levi's. His prick looked as big as Jack's, possibly bigger! He brushed some stray strands of his black hair from his forehead and started for her.
"Oh!"
Janie wasn't afraid. She was ready for fucking. Her cunt was red, wet and puffy. Her pussy was so hot and juicy, so ready for the two cocks in front of her, that she felt the walls buckle with sexual heat the moment Tom had stood up.
"Yeah, I don't think she's gonna get bored with us," Jack agreed, moving up behind Janie.
"I . . . oh no, oh no, I don't think ..."
It would be fun playing the reluctant virgin even though she was so hot she could hardly speak!
"Come on, Janie, beg for it. Beg for a fucking the way you begged me for a fucking last week."
Jack was laughing at her . . . reaching down and scratching at his crotch and laughing at her. She saw his dick bulging out his pants as he rubbed his fat balls with his fingers.
Tom screwed up his forehead. "You had 'er beggin' for dick, eh? My younger brother's always had a way with the girls. Man, when he gets through fuckin' with 'em they line up by his door, scratchin' at the dirt like some goddamned bitch in heat."
"Yeah, they dig it," Jack said. "But my brother here's no slouch. Shit, he plugged most of the girls in our home town back in Indiana before he was even sixteen . . . and that includes half the widows and old broads too."
Jack laughed softly while still playing with his dick through his pants.
The words excited Janie terribly. She stood up, backing away, shaking her head from side to side. She wondered if they could pick up on her, could see that she was so excited she could hardly speak!
Then Jack grabbed her, pulling her close to him.
"Noooo!"
Janie moaned, turning as if she were trying to run away. That was impossible, of course, considering the door was bolted solidly, and considering that she was too anxious for this moment to throw it away on silly fears.
As Jack's strong fingers dug into her flesh, she felt her body explode into heat. Jack pulled her back, back against his groin. She could feel his cock pressing into her ass! As he held her tightly, Janie could feel him hunching slowly into her, sliding his cock against her plump assmounds as if he were trying to slip that thing in her shitter.
"Nooooooo!"
Tom moved up front, telling his brother he was going to see just how hot the little bitch was.
Janie watched him as she twisted in Jack's grip. Tom slipped his fingers under the elastic legbands of her shorts. The sensation of his calloused fingertips sliding against her smooth, white flesh drove her wild. She closed her eyes as a particularly powerful spasm shot through her snatch. More juice seeped from her hole, wetting down her shorts and wetting down Tom's hand.
"Man! I don't think I've run into this much juice . . . fuck, baby, you're hot to trot, man!"
"Ohhhh!" she groaned, twisting against Jack.
"Hear that, man? Shit, she's hot, man, real hot. Let's get 'er down for a good fuck. Nice of you to ask me along for this one, brother," Tom said, grinning at his younger brother.
"Shit, we've shared everything all along . . . even our women," Jack answered, pulling Janie back toward the narrow bed.
Janie felt them propelling her backward. She tried kicking at Tom just for effect. But her movements were confined.
As they stopped by the edge of the bed, Tom unzipped his pants, sticking his hand down into the halved Levi's and pulling his cock out. He held his fingers over her nose. Janie smelled something, something that made her pussy walls quiver.
"Take a whiff, baby. Smell what you're gonna swing on," he growled.
The rich, pungent smell of hot dick shot up her nose.
"Noooooo!"
While Tom kept his dick-scented hand clasped, over her mouth, Jack reached down and pulled her shorts over her knees. He was fondling her ass, then moving his hands up her back to the snap holding her halter to her sides. At the same time she felt something hot, something terribly hot pressing against her cuntlips. Tom must have worked his Levi's down. It was his dickhead, his cockhead working between her legs. He was going to fuck her now, fuck her while she was still standing up.
"No, no . . . ughhh!"
Suddenly Janie felt his cock work its way .
into her cunt. It was pushing up into her slippery cunt. The girl threw her head back, nearly striking Jack on the chin as Tom's thick, throbbing pole shoved in.
Jack moaned, feeling Janie trembling in his arms. He was grinding his hips convulsively, reaching down and freeing his dick from his Levi's. Janie cried out. He was inching down, pressing his knees against the backs of her legs, trying to work his cock into her butt. She felt Jack's long, thickly veined prick sliding into her buttcrack. Was he going to fuck her in the ass? Would she have two dicks in her, pumping away at the same time? The thought made her dizzy with fright and excitement!
"No!"
"Hey, what the fuck . . . ?"
Jack lost his balance, tumbling back onto the bed with Janie while Tom's cock slipped out of her sucking, clutching cunthole with a pop. Tom stood there, his shirt gathered about his waist, his pants around his ankles while his red-hot nine-inch cuntsplitter jerked and swayed heavily from his hairy groin.
"Oh God!"
It was the first time Janie had seen Tom's dick. It was a little longer than Jack's, but not nearly as thick! It was going to be a good time up here, she could see that. Janie hoped her mother would see a double feature!
"Come on, get 'er naked and let's get goin' on that chick," Tom said, pulling off his shirt and stepping out of his trousers.
Jack stripped, finishing removing Janie's halter.
"You take her cunt. Man, you ain't gonna believe this one," Jack said, sliding to the side.
Tom slipped between her legs, nestling himself between her thighs. Janie felt his mouth opening to hers, sealing hers while his tongue drove down, down into her throat. There was no pretending now. They both knew what was happening.
Jack lay there, watching the girl disappear under his brother's muscular thighs. He slipped one arm across Tom's back as if to lock him in place. Moving in close, he stuck his cock between Janie's and Tom's bodies.
"Man, man," Tom groaned.
Janie felt two dicks probing her body. It was crazy, wild. She felt Jack's cock come to a stop on her right thigh while Tom's prick was shoving into her silky-haired crotch.
Pushing up with her hips, Janie signaled Tom to take his weight off. As he rose, she spread her legs. The fat lips of her pussy were still clenched together, seeping with bubbles of pussy oil. She tilted back her head, groaning as Tom's hard dick started nuzzling at her juicy crack. The fat head of his cock rubbed back and forth, slippery with cum and juice. Soon it jabbed at Janie's fat lips, the swollen labes finally forced apart by the head of his prick. Janie sucked in a ragged breath as she felt Tom's huge hunk of meat shove into her pussy. Her cunt buckled, tingling along the full length as it sensed that long, hard prick being jammed into it. The pink, moist tissues wiggled together.
"Good?" Tom whispered.
"Ughhhhh!"
Jack wasn't about to be left behind. While Janie was being fucked out of her mind, he was sliding behind her, rubbing his cock now over her buttocks.
"Noooo!"
Janie knew what was on his mind, and she wasn't sure if she could take his dick in her ass. Her mind was taken off that thought for a while as she felt her cunt fit tightly around the broad, hairy base of Tom's dick. This was good, soooo good. She was glad she had come up here to these men.
Now sandwiched between them, Janie felt her erect clit throbbing. Tom was fucking her regularly now. At the end of his downstroke, his hairy groin ground into the nerve-rich clit at the top of her cuntal mound. Thrills and brilliant flashes of joy consumed the girl as she got ready for her first double fuck.
Chapter Ten
"Shove it to her, man!"
Jack was behind her still, spitting into his palms and rubbing the saliva all over his cock-head. He then moved down, spreading her jiggling cheeks apart and shoving his nose and mouth into her narrow, sweaty buttcrack.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Janie jerked violently, her jaw slackening, her eyes growing wide. She felt his tongue touching her shitter, curling around and licking at all the secret places back there. It was just like when King licked her and . . .no, she wasn't going to think about the dog any more! "I. . . ughhhh!"
When Janie started protesting about being fucked in the ass, Tom pulled his cock out, letting it throb maddeningly inches away from her swollen, red cuntal crack.
Janie was going wild. She needed his dick, needed it pressing against the seepy lining of her pussy. When she thrashed around enough, clutching and clawing at the teasing man, he drove it back in, fitting his swollen cockhead into her cuntal crack. He shoved his nine thick hard inches into her hot sheath. As the slippery tissues curled around his rod, Tom felt Janie's fingernails lash against his back. He was like a horse bit by spurs. He bolted, his tight hairy ass shooting forward, shoving his cock all the way in.
"Oh yes, do it, do it!" Janie moaned, hunching under him. "Please, please ... do it! I need it, need . . . need it soooo bad!"
Janie knew she was saying terrible things, things that would make them all laugh later on. But she didn't care. The way his dick was sliding into her tight hole again and again turned the normally shy girl into a raging sexual beast.
Then Jack pulled away, wiping the spit off his chin and holding tightly onto her shoulders. Janie felt Jack's cock lodge between her asscheeks again, this time angling into her shitter.
"Oh no, no! Ughhhhh!"
It was better that way-no warning. Janie had felt his thighs pressing against her ass. Her pussy trembled from one end to the other at the thought of two long dicks sliding inside her. It was impossible, it was going to kill her! The good feelings alone would kill her! But still Jack shoved into her, grunting like a horse, his cock bending with the effort.
"I can't take it!" she cried in panic as she felt the tip of his cock push up toward her tightly puckered hole.
Jack started working his ass in a slow, grinding motion. Juice and spit lubed his cockhead. As he ground his prick deeper between her asscheeks, his cock juice worked into a lather. And then the purple head was slick and greasy. It slipped farther and farther between her spread cheeks until it was pressing against her hole.
"No!" Janie barked.
She felt Jack's cock pushing at her tight little hole. Soon the tip of his dick started pressing harder. Her sphincter was starting to give way. Janie gave a frantic hunch forward. It was useless. The wall of Tom's chest kept her from going far.
"Fuck me, baby," Tom moaned.
"You can take it, baby," Jack whispered in her ear, flicking his tongue in.
She tried moving her ass away, but his cock moved with hers. Jabbing with hard thrusts, Jack forced her shitter open. His cock slipped in finally on a thick film of cock oil. Her muscular little hole throbbed and trembled, trying to snap shut tight against him.
"OhhhhhGod!"
There was pain, almost the same kind of pain Janie had felt when Jack had first ripped her cherry away. This was more of an ache, spreading to the rounded edges of her buttocks. She sucked in a deep breath, feeling a little dizzy. Slowly, gradually, her sphincter relaxed, fitting tightly around Jack's fucking dick.
Soon there were two cocks, two dicks invading her body. God, just recently fucked and now she was screwing two men at the same time.
"Good baby," Jack panted, his mouth descending on her ear.
"Ohhhhh ..." Janie cried.
"Let's both fuck the shit outta her," Tom said, starting to hammer his cock hard against her clit.
He moaned again, shoving forward until his cock was embedded up to the hilt. In front of him his brother was going crazy, arching his back while piledriving his thighs forward, shoving his cock into Janie's trembling ass.
The pain had now mysteriously turned into a strange kind of heated lust. With each withdrawal, Janie felt as if Jack was yanking out a handful of assguts. And that obscene, strange sensation gave her pleasure, made her clit throb hotly.
"Nooooooo!"
She was close, close to cumming. Had they been fucking this way for long? In one sense she felt as if they'd been screwing around for hours. In another way it was just for seconds. No matter. It was lovely, wonderful, and now they were all going to cum together!
"Man!" Jack cried out, throwing one arm around her and locking all three of them together.
Jack's cum bubbled up rich and thick, spewing hotly into her ass. Janie cried out, her face red and pinched. It was like taking a hot enema.
Tom was groaning, hunching furiously, pushing against Janie's body, keeping his cock embedded in her cunt. His mouth moved onto hers, their tongues spearing at each other as their lips sucked. Spit ran in streams down their throats as they sucked and tongued one another.
"Now!" Tom shouted.
Cum jetted up his dick and exploded into her cunt. That was the limit. Janie felt his dick throb, then felt her cuntal walls throbbing, grabbing tightly onto Tom's thrusting dick. She came, came violently, her legs beating against his body, her fingernails raking his back. Her tongue thrust back into his throat as she hung onto him for dear life. It was wild, wonderful, mad!
"Baby, baby," Tom groaned, pulling away from Janie and staring at her.
"Man, this little girl fucks like a bitch in heat, right, brother?" Jack said.
"Shit yeah. Don't think your old lady's gonna mind, but I think I'm gonna hang around here a little longer."
Janie thought about her mother for the first time since their fucking spree. How funny! She almost laughed. Her mother had no idea of what was happening up there in the garage! Her mother even thought that Janie didn't like Jack, let alone his brother. If she only knew!
"Oh no, I don't think she's caring one way or the other about what goes on here," Janie said honestly.
Her cunt was still throbbing. She felt the long cocks still oozing cum, still hard, still working in her pussy and ass. Her mouth and ears were being sucked and tongued. If the girls at school could see her now, wedged in between these two hunks, their sweaty, muscular bodies pressing up against her flesh. She smiled, drifting with the waves of satisfaction that lapped gently against her tired, violated body.
Several hours later Janie was still upstairs, sleeping between the two dozing brothers. Joyce had just come home feeling completely off-balance. The movie had been awful! Oscar winner? Perhaps, but the woman couldn't keep her mind on the screen. Whenever a love scene would begin, Joyce felt the emptiness in her cunt, an emptiness that matched the emptiness in her life. Finally she had to walk out and go home.
"Janie?" she called out, closing the door behind her. Nothing.
The television was off, the lights blazing in the downstairs room. How strange. Perhaps her daughter had gone over to one of her friends. Yet Janie had always left some sort of note. Her mind whirled as she set her purse down on the hall table and considered for the first time that her daughter might be deceiving her. Joyce felt faint.
"Stop it!"
King was nosing her as before.
"I said get away," Joyce whispered, slapping down at him.
The thought that her daughter might be fooling around stuck with her. She wrinkled her forehead in anger, drumming her fingers against her thighs. Should she start calling around? And if she were wrong, the calls would make her look like an idiot and would infuriate her daughter. No, she would wait and question Janie the moment she walked through that door.
"Oh!"
King was still shoving up against her, rubbing his warm furry body against her legs. His insistence was working. That movie, that damned movie hadn't helped her at all; it had, in fact, made things worse.
"Please, King, later . . . I . . . I can't . . ." she stammered.
The warm, cunty feeling between her legs was getting worse. She should wait up for Janie. And yet her pussy was taking on a will of its own. It wanted satisfaction now . . . and with a dog, a goddamned dog! Could she abandon her duties as a mother and sink so low as to wallow in the dirt with an animal?"
"Come on," Joyce said, her voice low and trembling.
Joyce flew up the stairs, shaking thoughts of what she was doing once more from her mind.
They were soon in her room, door bolted shut, lights turned off. The outside lights lent a silver glow to everything in her bedroom as Joyce hurriedly unsnapped the pearls from around her neck, then stretched her arms back and unzipped her light blue cotton dress. Off came the bra and down slid her panties.
"Come to me, King, come here," she said, rushing to the bed and sitting down, patting the mattress.
The dog needed little coaching.
Joyce felt herself trembling, reaching over and petting his thick fur. As always, he moved his head against her hand. He liked affection. Joyce swallowed nervously, feeling the room whirl-around her. Again she thought of the possibility of her daughter having an affair, a thought that shot a pang of jealousy through her.
"God, what am I doing?"
Her daughter lying in the arms of a man while she was hooking her arms around an animal, trying to get him interested in fucking her. If that were true, if fate had done this to her . . . Joyce clutched at King, nearly pulling out a handful of fur from the animal's side.
"Sorry," she muttered as King whined from the pain.
He was sitting on his haunches with his tongue hanging out, staring hotly at her with a tilted head.
Joyce tucked her knees up, pushing her legs behind her. She was on her knees now, her tits rising and falling. The air seemed more difficult to breathe. Her daughter fucking! Well, why couldn't she fuck?
Joyce moved her hand, slipping under the dog's chest. Gingerly she felt back along the thinning fur until she found the bulge of his cocksheath.
Joyce drew her hand back. No, no, she couldn't!
Chapter Eleven
"Yessss!"
Joyce had assumed an obscene doggie-style fucking position. Reaching back, she spread her cuntlips apart so that the hot, slick tongue of the big dog could touch every soppy inch of it. He was excited, licking his tongue against her moist pussymeat.
Why couldn't it be harder? Why couldn't it excite her the way a dick could? Why?
"Unghhhhhh!"
The mattress groaned as Joyce rocked from side to side, her knees and fingers sinking into the soft material. Her need to find relief of some kind had driven away any semblance of shame or morality.
"Yes!"
King was growing more daring.
Joyce gasped, feeling his paws scratching at her buttocks. Could she dare go through with something like this? She knew what he was doing-testing her, trying to see if she would slap back as he made the first tentative moves in mounting her.
"Yes, fuck, fuck ..."
She had muttered it several times during their last fucking session and he had kept on licking her, not showing any particular desire to fuck her. But now?
The hot, seepy lining in her cunt throbbed, flashes of sexual heat making her shudder. The weight of her tits pulled sexily at her chest. Bending her elbows, Joyce lowered her head. She rocked back and forth, gasping when her nipples dragged across the wrinkled topsheet. She spread her legs farther apart, feeling her cuntlips open up wider for her pussy-hungry pet.
"Yes, that's it boy, yes!" she cried. How would it feel to have a cock, a man's cock fucking her now? The thought brought a whimpery gasp from her throat. She needed something to fill her, something to plow into the seeping pit of her cunt. It would be wonderful to have something, anything inside her cunt. It had to be deep inside, fucking in and out of her.
Joyce tried to keep the image of what was really happening well out of her thoughts. It was just the touch, the sensations she wanted.
King's paws scratched at her. She moaned, not doing anything to discourage him. In an instant he was on top of her, his furry warm weight on her back. Something very hot and very slick was brushing against her asscrack. Her shapely ass moved, dipped sexily, encouragingly.
"Oh God, God, what am I doing?"
She could feel the red tip of King's dick as it gouged along her heated crack, gouging lower and lower. A flash of fear and disgust shot through her mind. Her wild excitement was at a fever pitch.
"No!"
Joyce fought her own feelings, flattening herself on the bed the moment she felt King's dick spear into her cunt.
The animal whimpered, losing his balance and tumbling off the bed. Joyce took advantage of his temporary confusion and scrambled for safety, grabbing her gown, unlocking the door and rushing out into the hall. She ran for the bathroom, slipping inside and slamming the door shut before King even got out into the corridor.
Standing in the dark, she panted like an animal, hearing the dog's whimpering outside the door. A warm trickle of her cunt juice ran down the insides of her thighs, making her frustration more intense.
Then she thought of that garage, of the men upstairs. What did pride matter any more? Was she going to be fucking dogs all her life, fighting off pets while her real inclination was for men?
"Get away!"
There was a commanding tone in her voice as she threw the door open, gathering the gown tightly around her waist and marching out into the hall. She was determined, strong, kicking the whimpering dog to one side.
King followed, nipping at her ankles. But this time Joyce wasn't going to weaken. She moved down the stairs, shaking at the rubbing of her swollen-open cunt against her clit with every step she took. Her nipples scratched teas-ingly against the silken gown as she moved from the living room to the kitchen. In a way she knew she was running from one kind of degradation and into another. But a dog? That was the end of that little game!
Had she come home a little earlier Joyce would have seen her daughter walking hand-in-hand with Tom down the stairs, Jack standing in the doorway hitching up his trousers and telling them he was going to grab a little shut-eye. None of them noticed the car parked in the opened garage.
Janie had lost all track of time, not caring if her mother bawled her out or not in the morning. She'd think of some lie, some story that would placate her irritable mother. In the mean time she was going out with Tom to a hamburger stand.
Seconds after they disappeared, Joyce rushed into the garden and stopped. The lights were still on over the garage.
Mustering her courage, Joyce walked to the garage and climbed the stairs. There were no sounds coming from the room as she knocked softly on the door. Her cunt seeping hot moisture had given her the will to do this brash thing. Her pussy was swollen, swollen open with lust as she heard footsteps coming from behind the door.
"Oh, hi. I was just cleaning up," Jack said, a little disconcerted at finding Joyce at his doorway.
"I . . .I couldn't sleep and saw your lights on. I hope you don't mind, but..." She stopped halfway in the doorway, notic-
ing that the bedsheets had been pulled off the mattress while new ones had been stacked in a near-by chair. Had someone been here? Had he been fucking? It was awfully hot in here, hotter than outside. And there was a strange sweet smell hanging in the air. Her daughter? That heady possibility made her faint. Joyce stumbled.
"You okay?" he asked, steadying her with both hands.
"Yes, yes, fine. Just have to sit down," Joyce gasped.
Did he know? Of course he did. It was so obvious she was in heat. But would he act on it?
She sat down next to the bed, feeling her cunt burning, itching with desire!
"Here, I'll get some water."
Joyce muttered something, not saying much until she realized she was sitting on the edge of the bed holding a cold glass with Jack next to her.
How had she gotten here? It was confusing. His thighs were pressing against hers. They felt so warm, so hard-muscled. She shivered, the glass shaking in her hand. Water splashed out and stained her gown.
Then she realized Jack was smiling. It was more than just a smile. It was the quirk of his lips, the smug, teasing slant of his eyes. Joyce felt weak as a kitten. The sensation was dangerously pleasant. More water splashed from the glass as Jack leaned over.
Like daughter like mother, Jack thought as he kissed her hair, taking the glass of water from her.
"I've been waiting to do this for a long time. But I never thought you'd be coming up here like this, sliding over to me like this," he whispered.
"Oh, neither did I. But I swear, I wouldn't have done it if ... if . . ."
No, she couldn't tell him about King. What did it matter anyway? It was none of his business. That little episode of her life was over.
"Oh, is this really happening to me?"she gasped.
"It's already happening," he whispered, his fingers inching her gown apart.
Joyce felt the silken edges part between her tits, cling for a second on her large red nipples, then part farther.
Jack lowered his head, his tongue wetting one dark areola. The gown fell open another inch to expose her tits. He gently sucked on the hard nub of flesh between his teeth.
"Ohhhhh . . ."
It was wild, free, the best feeling she'd had in a long time. When his fingers slid down and slipped into her cunt, Joyce groaned loudly, kissing hungrily at Jack's mouth. Her ass squirmed on the bed as Jack's fingers eased up into her cunt. She tightened her pussylips around his touch, clamping one of her hands over his to push him deeper.
"Oh, fuck me . . . please fuck me, Jack."
"You don't have to ask," he said, pushing her onto the bed, sliding her cunt juice-stained gown over her shoulders.
Standing to one side, he unbuttoned his Levi's for one more time that night, this time exposing his cock and balls to the mother.
Joyce gasped, seeing his blood-heavy prick swing out and point at her. She shivered with lust, nearly cumming with a frenzy as she lay there, propped up on her elbows, staring at his cock.
In a flash Jack was on her, his thighs pressing against hers, his cock shoving against the top of her cuntal mound. It was the realization of all her fantasies.
"UGHHHHHH!"
His cocknob pressed against her clit. Joyce sighed, feeling an electric charge seep from the hot button. He sucked and bit at her neck, every nibble sending flashes of lust up and down her spine. Rocking her hips, Joyce felt the forward sliding movement of his greasy rod into her cunt.
"Unghhhhh!"
It was happening! It was really happening! He was fucking her.
With a low moan Joyce felt his dickhead spreading her open, trenching out her hole, shoving out juice that seeped down her buttocks.
In seconds his prick was all the way in her as he told her shamefully dirty things about how good and hot she was.
Panting, gasping, Joyce moved her ass around in circles, feeling his dick stirring her insides like a gigantic ladle. A mass of tension swelled in her belly. Her asscheeks flexed, then relaxed as Jack reached around and dug his fingernails into her buttocks.
"FUCK! FUCK!" she cried in shameless abandon.
Her hair splashed over her face as she tossed her hips from side to side. She was close, desperately close to cumming. Jack was hammering his dick against her clit now.
"Ohhhhh!"
Her cunt mouth hurt from the steady friction. Joyce's belly seemed to swell up with excitement. She grunted, ramming her cunt against the rock-hard bar of his cock.
Then it happened! The force of her climax nearly knocked her unconscious. It was like someone punching her in the stomach! The hard, heavy jolt of his cum blasted against her cunt.
Joyce wept and struggled, her fists striking the big man while her legs jerked out. It was wild, wonderful, better than anything she had ever had before. The dam of her frustrations had finally burst, spilling out with a mind-blowing violence. Joyce felt as if she were all cunt-wet and hot and clenching in every cell of her body. Her head snapped back and her tits jiggled with the furious blasts of her orgasm.
It was some time before she came back to reality, lying cradled in Jack's strong arms. His cock was still inside her cunt.
"I hope you don't think I do this all the time," she said, realizing how stupid the statement sounded. "But it's been so long, so very, very long and I just couldn't hold back any more."
She bit her lip in shame, feeling tears welling up behind her eyes.
"Hey, there's nothin' to be worried about. I'm not going to tell anyone . . . even my brother."
"And Janie . . . don't tell Janie . . ."
Joyce couldn't bring herself to say anything more. Was Janie fucking him, his brother too? No, she couldn't think of that, didn't dare ask him. Now she had to concentrate on herself, on her own problem.
"Don't worry, little lady, your secret's safe with me," Jack said mockingly, kissing her while hunching his hardening dick into her cunt.
Yes, it was going to be wonderful. A new part of her life was opening up. As she lay there haying more cockmeat fed into her pussy, Joyce stopped thinking about her daughter, about the morality that had nearly destroyed her. Now she was a different woman. No more would she try to hide her feelings from others or from herself. Janie? Well, she'd think about that problem tomorrow.
"Fuck me!" she cried, throwing her legs up in wild abandon and scissoring them around Jack's back.
