Repression and rebellion often travel hand-in-hand. In the confused morality of today's society, parents are faced with the difficult task of protecting their children while preparing them for the challenges of adult life.
Some parents, fearing for their children, may strictly shelter them from the sordid realities of the world. Unfortunately, this ignorance may only lead to unimaginable horrors.
The young virgin, longing to explore her emerging sexuality, may bitterly resent the bonds placed upon her. She may join the many runaways who trouble today's parents, or she may quickly master the skills of secrecy and deceit. Without guidance and preparation she may find herself unable to quench her desires through conventional means.
Kathy Stiles is such a girl. Restrained by her parents' strict morality and unrealistic expectations she is unable to cope with her growing desires. Frustrated and angry, she searches for new ways to meet her most basic needs. What follows will bring her only degradation, shame and unbridled passion.
DOG-LOVING BABYSITTER-the story of a young virgin longing to escape her restricted upbringing and find her own morality. The horrors she endures should carry a warning for all parents. The things your children don't learn may haunt them forever.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Young and sexy Kathy Stiles slammed her history books shut and leaped off of the couch.
"All right, you two boys," she said sternly, frowning and shoving two tight fists onto her slim hips. She stomped her foot to emphasize her words. "You better stop all this crazy running around, and stop it right this minute! Now, it's way past your bedtime, and I'm letting you stay up only if you're going to be quiet."
Fred and Frank Benson grinned and giggled at each other.
"Okay, Kathy," Fred said, bending over to hide his wide smile with his palms.
Frank just stood silently, trying hard to keep his laughter from bursting out.
Kathy shook her head, her lips tightly pursed, but she couldn't remain angry for long. The two boys were just too cute for words. They looked so innocent and yet so guilty, all at the same time.
"Well, just keep it down, will you? Please?" she pleaded, turning back to the couch and picking up one of her history books.
"Kathy?" Frank asked.
"What?"
"Will you play with us?"
"I can't, Frank. I have a test in the morning, and I've just got to study."
"Awww," Fred groaned, throwing herself down on the couch beside the pretty girl.
Fred and Frank were the young sons of Mr. Benson, Kathy's next-door neighbor. They had no mother, and when their father had to work late, Kathy usually came over and stayed with them. Tonight, their father, Walter, was very late, so Kathy had relaxed their bedtime rules, and let them play.
"Come on, Kath. Just for a half-hour," Frank begged.
Kathy sighed deeply. She was a pushover for these two little demons. She knew it, too. She had even begun having dreams in which she married Walter and became the boys' real mother. It was a dream she found very pleasant to think about.
Walter Benson was a brilliant and handsome young executive with a local bank. He had risen quickly through the ranks, and was soon to become a vice president of the company. He would be a terrific catch for any girl, she knew.
Kathy also knew she was much too young for him, though. He hardly ever looked at her. He always seemed to be so damned preoccupied with his job. And, once or twice, Kathy had caught sight of a very beautiful young lady pulling up out front in some big expensive sports car, and Walter had dashed down the walk and hopped in with a quick kiss.
Damn! Kathy's heart fluttered with annoyance at the picture in her mind.
Oh, well. She was simply too young, and would never be in the real running for a sexy man like Walter.
But at least she could pretend, on nights like this, sitting for the two little boys.
And Frankenstein.
Frankenstein was the Benson's gigantic, ugly German shepherd. Actually, the dog wasn't all that ugly. He'd once been a beautiful animal. But early in life, he'd had a very nasty run-in with a barbed wire fence, and had come away with two large gashes along his snout which left him with two scars that were deep and hairless on his face.
That was when his name was changed to Frankenstein.
He was outside at the moment, running around the neighborhood. Frisky, carefree, and King Of The Road ... that was good old Frankenstein!
"Please," Fred whined, taking Kathy's hand. "Please play with us, just for a little while."
"Well," Kathy began hesitantly, and Fred leaped off the couch. He knew she would play, once she said "well" like that.
"Let's play Cowboys, like we saw on television tonight."
"Yeah," Frank said in eager agreement. "You cane be the pretty cowgirl who gets captured by the bad guys, and we'll save you!"
Kathy laughed. "Okay, okay! Are you two boys sure you can save me? I mean, those bad guys looked pretty darn bad to me."
"Oh, sure. We're good at it, aren't we, Frank?"
"Yeah. We can save you good."
Kathy set her books aside again, and stood up. She shrugged, and held her palms out.
"Well, okay. What shall I do?"
Fred darted to the closet and started pawing through the piles of material and towels, looking for clothesline. He rushed back to Kathy, holding out a brand new package of thin white clothesline.
"We can use this. We never hang clothes outside."
Kathy took the package and tore open one end. She slid the line out, and handed the empty wrapper to Frank.
"Throw that away, will you? Thank you. Now, I suppose you want to tie me up with this?"
"Yeah, like on TV. Okay?"
Kathy smiled at the beautiful young boy, his eager face glowing with joy and happiness. She reached down and mussed his dark hair. He grinned back.
Fred and Frank loved Kathy. To them, she had already taken the place of their runaway mother. She was their friend, their companion, their cook. And when they did something wrong, she scolded them gently, but always with great and tender love.
Kathy bent down and kissed the top of Fred's head.
He made a silly face.
"Cowgirls!" he said in mock disgust.
Frank came back into the room, and Kathy sighed. Here was a boy who was going to grow up, leaving a trail of broken hearts every step of the way. He was incredibly handsome already, strong, athletic, tall and dark, almost beautiful.
He looked much like his father. Kathy felt a light tugging at her heart. She sighed. "Ready, guys?" she asked. Frank nodded. "Yeah."
"Ready," Fred said.
"Okay. I guess if you're going to tie me up like the girl on television, we better find something to put in my mouth for a gag. But I don't want anything dirty, now."
"How about a cloth? A face towel. There's a whole bunch of them in the closet."
"That will do nicely, Fred. Go get one, will you, please?"
Fred found a clean white face towel, and brought it back to Kathy. She took it, looked it over closely for stains, and approved it.
"Good. Now, let's see. Wasn't she blindfolded, too?"
"Yeah," Frank said. "I've got some handkerchiefs in my room. Will that do?"
"I bet it'll be just perfect, Frank."
Frank dashed upstairs to find the handkerchief while Kathy unwrapped the long length of clothesline.
"Get a pair of scissors, honey. We'll have to cut this into shorter lengths."
Fred brought the scissors.
"This is getting boring," he said, handing the shears over to the girl.
"Yes. Well, I've always wondered why those bad guys and Indians and crooks on TV always happened to have exactly the right number of pieces of rope, always in just the right lengths. And they were never at a loss for something to gag the girls with, or blindfold them. Don't you think that's awfully convenient?"
"I don't know," Fred said. He couldn't have cared less. He just wanted to rescue the tied-up cowgirl, in a blaze of glory and guns.
Frank came running down the stairs, leaping the last six in a single bound.
"Here, I found this!"
It was a long piece of dark cloth, exactly right for folding in half twice, so a girl couldn't possibly see anything with it tied around her face and over her eyes.
"Oh, that's perfect, Frank. Thank you."
Fred and Frank stood next to Kathy while she cut the line into more useful lengths for tying up a girl properly. She handed one to Fred, then one to Frank.
"How many will you need, boys?"
Frank shrugged.
"Ummm. One to tie your hands behind your back."
"And one ... no, two for your legs. We have to tie them apart."
Kathy's eyes darted to Fred when he said those words. Her heart fluttered, and she frowned slightly. This was the first hint she'd felt of something more than a simple game. She saw again the picture of that beautiful young girl, bound and gagged and blindfolded, tied so tightly, it seemed, and in such an oddly interesting pose.
Kathy licked her lips, and the feeling passed.
"Uh, yes," she said quietly. "Two for my legs. There. Will that do it?"
"Yeah," Frank said. He rubbed his eyes. He was getting tired. After all, it was more than an hour past the boys' bedtime, and they had been playing quite energetically all evening.
Fred yawned.
"Okay," Kathy said gaily. She looked around the room. "Where do you want to tie me up?"
Frank glanced around casually, and pointed at the first thing he saw that would do the trick.
"The chair."
Kathy nodded and walked over to the dining room table, and pulled out one of the hard-backed chairs. She pulled it into the center of the living room floor, and pushed the foot stool aside.
"OK, men. Tie me up."
Kathy turned her back toward the two young men and crossed her wrists behind her back, offering her hands to be tied. She felt one of the boys wrap the cord around both wrists, then loop a length between them. When he pulled, the rope grew tight.
"Oooooo! That's pretty tight."
"It has to be, doesn't it?" Frank asked.
Kathy grunted as he yanked harder and wrapped another length around both wrists again.
"Uh! I guess so, Frank. But you'll let me go in a few minutes, right?"
"Sure."
Kathy felt an unfamiliar tugging and pinching sensation as the rope was lashed very tightly around her thin, young wrists. She had never been tied up before in her life. It felt as strange as hell, having her hands out of commission behind her back like this.
"There," Frank said, pulling his hands away from the knot.
Kathy tested the rope. There was no way in hell she could ever get out of that! She felt the rope burning and pinching her soft skin. Her hands already began tingling from the lack of circulation. And something else was tingling, too:
Her nipples!
Little Kathy knew about sex. She had gotten her lecture on the facts of life at the tender age of eleven, when her breasts began to develop. She had even played with her nipples then, and made them nice and hard with her fingers. And for the past year or more, she'd toyed with that sensational little lump of girlhood down between her legs, buried up inside of her cunt lips. It made her shake and quiver when she diddled her clit, and it felt wonderful.
She liked having her nipples itch like this, but it sure seemed like a funny time for it to occur. All that was happening to her was that she was being tied up by two little boys.
It was a game, wasn't it?
"Oooooo," she cooed softly.
"What is it, Kathy?" Frank asked.
"Nothing," she told him quickly. "Uh, nothing, Frank."
She let the boys do their work. She was thinking about her reactions to being tied up. Images of the lovely young woman on the television show kept flashing into her mind. That girl had been captured, and dragged roughly back to the bad guys' camp. There, she was pushed and shoved from man to man, and they laughed and grabbed her roughly enough to rip part of her clothing away, baring her thighs and shoulders. Even the upper parts of her big tits showed, and she had really big ones!
Kathy caught her breath as Fred and Frank turned her to face the chair. She was pressed close, so that her tummy butted into the top part of the straight, hard back.
"Put your legs apart, Kathy," Fred told her.
The young and willing babysitter did as she was told. She placed each foot close to the back legs of the chair, and heard the boys kneel down. They wrapped lengths of cord around her slender ankles, tugging the rope tightly about her white knee-socks. Then they wrapped the rope around the chair leg, putting the loops up over the slats that ran to the front legs. That way, she couldn't pull her legs out from under the bottom of the chair leg and get away.
It felt so funny to the young girl. The cords were wrapped tightly around her ankles, holding her legs close to the chair and making her lean far forward over the back to keep her balance.
"This is awkward, isn't it, boys?"
"We're not done," Fred said, as though that explained it all.
"Oh," Kathy said, accepting her fate calmly.
Oh, well, the teenager thought, it will be over in a few more minutes, anyway.
Her nipples grew nice and firm inside her bra cups. Her bra felt suddenly very tight and constricting. The shoulder straps felt like they should be loosened. Kathy had never been more aware of wearing a bra in her life, except for the first time she'd ever put one on over her small, rounded breasts years ago.
Every inch of the bra, from the cups to the straps to the hook in the middle of her back, seemed to tickle and itch. She shrugged constantly, trying to shift the thing to a more comfortable position over her tits and shoulders, but it was all in vain.
"Open your mouth, Kath," Frank said.
"Uh, okay. But you're going to let me go in a few minutes, aren't you? I don't think I can stand it much longer. My hands are hurting pretty bad."
Frank was trying to stuff the face towel between the girl's lips as she talked, and Kathy had to keep turning her face aside to get her little speech finished.
"We'll let you go," Frank promised, stuffing the cloth into Kathy's mouth.
She breathed through her nose and opened her jaws as far as she could while the young boy forced the whole cloth towel between her teeth. It hurt a little bit, holding her jaws so wide apart. And her mouth dried up immediately. It was very hard to swallow with the bulky dry cloth in her mouth, and Frank had shoved it all the way back into her throat.
Kathy watched as he cut a short length of line and used it to tie the gagging towel in place. The cord bit into the stretched corners of the young girl's pretty mouth, and she winced. Tears formed in her eyes, but she blinked and held them back.
She moaned as Frank lifted her extremely long blonde hair away from her neck, to tie the cord in a knot at the back of her neck.
He yanked once, and quickly knotted the line. It was so very tight. Kathy blinked hard and fast to keep the tears from slipping down her cheeks.
This was becoming less and less fun.
Yet, her nipples seemed to be growing even harder. And now there was something new that added to her bafflement.
Her cunt felt kind of warm and slippery, like when she played with her puffy little clit button.
Bent forward as she was, with the top of the back of the chair poking hard into her taut, flat tummy, Kathy frowned at her sensations. What was happening to her?
She was getting tied to a chair, that was all. And it was hurting a little bit, but nothing unbearable. And she'd be freed very soon.
So why was her body acting so funny?
Why was her cunt getting so wet and drippy? She could feel her panty crotch soaking up the warm juice of her cunt, like a dry sponge.
It felt very nice.
But she couldn't understand why it was happening!
She shrugged to herself, and closed her eyes. Her nipples were itching pretty badly now, and she longed to get her hands free so that she could reach up and scratch them good.
She fought the rope around her wrists for a moment, grunting and moaning softly.
She opened her eyes, and found herself staring point-blank at the blindfold.
She groaned.
"Close your eyes again, Kath, so I can put this around your face."
Kathy's shoulders slumped.
But she closed her eyes obediently, and felt the cool cloth band being fitted tightly over her eyelids. Frank tied the cloth firmly over her hair at the back of her neck.
"Can you see?" he asked.
Kathy started to say no before she felt the gag at her mouth. She just shook her head.
And that is that, she thought. Now they can run around like crazy boys and find her and untie her, save her from the terrors of a Fate Worse Than Death, and go to bed.
Then she could get back to her studying.
She tried to grin.
Sure, she'd get back to her studying, but first she'd visit the bathroom, and take care of her itching nipples.
She sighed and waited as patiently as she could.
Her knees began to tremble from the strain of her position. And she frowned as she heard the boys whispering together. What naughtiness do they have in mind now? she thought.
There was a giggle, then several minutes of whispered laughter, as the two boys worked out what else they were going to do to their babysitter.
Suddenly, Kathy gasped loudly as she felt something slip over her head, and fit snugly around her very slender throat. It was a noose!
Kathy shook her head hard. She fought the ropes binding her wrists and ankles, and tried to dislodge the gag from her jaws. But it was useless.
Frank tightened the noose slightly, then made sure it couldn't slip and accidentally strangle Kathy. He was a good Boy Scout, and really knew his knots.
Kathy felt the tight rope pull forward, forcing her to bend her upper body forward over the back of the chair. The curved upper part pushed hard into her tummy, making it difficult to take a normal breath. The rope brought the girl over the chair until she was bent so far over that her face was nearly touching the seat. She felt the other end of the rope being tied to the rung in front of the chair.
Oh, no! Frank was going to make her stay like this, bent way over! Kathy's heart was suddenly pounding hard in her chest, and blood was rushing to her head.
The pain was slight but constant in her arms and tummy and ankles. She moaned with pain at the strain at the back of her knees, and in the small of her back.
Her long hair slipped down over her face and rested on the seat of the chair, spilling off and touching the floor, as it was so incredibly long and flowing and thick.
The rope was pulled taut along the side of her face, pressing into her cheek.
Kathy tried rubbing the rope holding the cloth in her mouth against the noose rope in an attempt to pull it free, but she failed.
Kathy sighed, and tried to relax. Well, it was damned uncomfortable, but she thought that she knew why they had done it, and after all, it wouldn't last forever.
Frank, Kathy knew, had begun to discover the mysteries of sex, and he'd even gotten hold of a men's magazine showing naked girls. Kathy had found him looking at it one night, and endeared herself to the boy forever by not ranting and raving, and taking it away from him. Kathy, in her best motherly way, had even sat down beside the boy and looked at some of the pictures with him.
She had blushed at some of the poses. They were almost entirely taken from behind. The women and girls were posing to show off their big asses, even reaching back and pulling their lush ass cheeks apart to show their ass holes, all brown and puckered and ugly-looking, to Kathy's mind.
She had quickly left the boy alone but let him keep the magazine, and didn't report the incident to his father.
Kathy had a sudden flash of insight, bound as she was. Frank had suddenly seen the possibilities of her position, and now that he'd gotten her bent over, he had a perfect view of her hot ass.
She clenched her thighs and tautened her narrow little ass cheeks. She felt her heart skip a beat at the thought that the boy might actually try to pull up her skirt and take down her panties.
But she relaxed quickly.
Frank might like to look at her like this, but he would never do such a terrible thing, not to her. She took in a deep breath, and held it for a full minute. She released it slowly, relaxing even more.
Then she realized that both boys were probably simply sitting on the floor right behind her, and looking up her short school skirt!
They were looking at her taut panties, stretched tightly over her ass cheeks. Why, you naughty little sneaks! she thought. But the thought was not entirely without excitement for her, too.
She could just imagine what she must look like, especially to two young boys, one of whom was just entering the best years of his life.
She knew it must be very exciting for them both, looking under the skirt of a girl they liked, a pretty girl with tight panties and a very short skirt.
Kathy knew she was pretty. And she made no big deal about it. She wore the same silly school uniform that the rest of the girls wore, and complained just as loudly about the shortness of the skirts, considering the number of male teachers in the otherwise all-girl school.
But even so, there was the excitement of knowing that those full-grown adult men were interested in looking at their young bare legs.
And it gave the girls a chance to practice their wiles and sexy ways on real men instead of little boys.
All in all, Kathy was satisfied with her school, and her uniform. But at times like this, bound and bent over, it was a bit awful to be wearing such a short skirt. She knew that the rear hem must be pulled up over the waist, stretched as taut as she was.
But it was all for a good cause-the education of her boys. It gave Kathy a deep pleasure to think of Fred and Frank as her boys. She wiggled her ass a little for them.
She even began to think that it really wouldn't be so bad if Frank did try to pull down her panties and take a peek at her bare ass. She was getting used to the pain of her awkward pose, and her nipples were nearly bursting with delighted anticipation, eager to feel her scratching fingernails, pulling and twisting.
And her cunt, oooo! It felt so hot! Her clit was swelling bigger than ever. She wished she could rub herself on the chair back.
There was a great deal of whispering and haggling behind her. Frank was urgently trying to get his younger brother to go to bed, now. Kathy snorted with laughter. So, the little guy was going to try it! He was going to get Fred out of the room, and pull down her panties!
Her heart raced faster. She knew she'd like it. She wanted Frank to see her bare butt. She would even like it if he touched her lush ass cheeks.
She was getting all hot and excited over the idea. Come on, Fred! Go to bed and leave us alone, will you, honey?
She heard both boys stand up.
Fred couldn't keep quiet any longer. "I don't want your dumb old comic book collection. I'm gonna untie her, and then I'm going to bed. So there."
Kathy moaned quietly.
She really wanted to feel Frank's trembling hands on her ass now. The idea had grown quickly in her mind. It made her heart pound hard. It made her pulse throb in her ears. She felt her thighs tighten and relax, sliding her cunt backward and forward against the chair. She didn't recognize the motion as sexual, but she knew it was a good motion. It felt right. It felt very, very familiar too.
Just as the ropes and her strange position were becoming familiar, comfortable even through the slight pain.
And her panties were almost completely soaked with her pussy juices.
She could smell the fragrance of her youthful cunt perfume, and it seemed to make her nipples tingle even more.
"I'll untie her, Fred. You just do what I tell you to do. Now, go to bed. And you'd better go let Frankenstein inside before you go upstairs."
Yes, Fred, do as you're told, Kathy thought. She shifted her pose slightly, trying to shove her ass further toward Frank to make him really want to do it. Get rid of your brother, Frank, and take down my panties, please!
Fred, interested in looking up her skirt but mostly because his brother was interested in it, didn't really care that much. He gave a disgusted snort.
"Oh, you guys," he said. He shook his head, and turned away suddenly. "I'm gonna get your comics out of your room."
He was going to salvage something out of this. All he had wanted to do was to save Kathy from the bad guys. He pushed through the swinging door to the kitchen, and opened the back door. He whistled for the shepherd, and stepped aside as the big dog dashed into the room. As Frankenstein gulped and slurped at his water bowl, Fred went upstairs, left his brother's comic collection alone, and got into bed.
He fell quickly asleep.
He hadn't locked the kitchen door!
CHAPTER TWO
Kathy felt a trickle of sweat rolling along her upper thigh. She was nearly breathless from her strained position. She was breathing hard through her nose, and chewing painfully on the wadded towel stuffed into her mouth. It was becoming soaked with her saliva, and she could feel her spittle drooling out over her lips. She twisted her head and tried to wipe the drool off of her cheek on the rope holding her, but that move only seemed to pull the noose tighter around her slim throat.
Hurry up, Frank! the young girl cried in her mind. She gave her lush ass another wiggle.
Kathy could hear the boy breathing harshly behind her. He wanted to do it, to take down the babysitter's tight white panties, but he didn't really dare. It was one thing to sit with her and look at pictures of naked girls, but she might not be so understanding if he reached out and touched her beautiful little ass with his hands, and pulled her panties down to her knees.
But his heart was battering wildly in his chest. His curiosity was winning out over his fear of the consequences.
His hand reached out, almost with a mind of its own.
He could feel the warmth rising from Kathy's ass cheeks.
He could see the firm mound of her cunt bulging at the crotch of the white cotton material, right under her tummy, down between her opened thighs.
Frank gulped hard. He felt like he was going to faint.
His mouth was dry, his tongue was dry too.
"Do it, Frank!" Kathy shouted to the boy. But she could only mumble incoherently into the thick muffling gag. In her mind, it was a scream of need: Do it, Frank!
Oh, God. Oh, God, Kathy moaned to herself. It felt so good. Her thighs twitched as she felt Frank's hand press flat against her tight butt. He held his hand there for a moment, utterly motionless.
He sucked a long, slow lungful of air as the heat of Kathy's firm ass cheek burned into his palm. His whole body shuddered with lust and desire for the young babysitter.
And Kathy moaned deep in her throat, hoping Frank would take that as a sign that she liked it.
Her heart fluttered wildly. She had never been touched by a boy back there, and it felt so wonderful, even if the boy was just a kid. His hand scalded her flesh, even through the cotton of her panties.
Oh, Frank, Kathy purred to herself, take them down. Touch my bare skin. Do it, honey. It's all right. I won't tell.
Frank seemed to read her mind.
His hand crawled up to the waistband of her panties, just under the hem of her skirt. The skirt was riding high up over the girl's back, bent over as she was. Frank grasped the tight elastic and dug his fingers under, forcing them down along the girl's bare butt. He felt her body heat with his knuckles, and had to close his eyes for a second and concentrate on simply breathing. He knew he was going to faint any minute.
Kathy stiffened.
Oh, please do it to me, Frank. Don't be scared. Take down my panties!
Frank's hand trembled violently as he began pulling downward once more on the waistband. He was ready to leap away and run screaming into bed if Kathy so much as twitched the wrong way.
But she held herself perfectly still, and made no further sounds. She really wanted this to happen, for the both of them, and she was afraid that if she continued to moan or wiggle, Frank would take it as a rejection of his actions.
She tried to hold her breath as the young boy pulled harder on her panties. She felt the material slide downward just a little bit, baring the very top of her ass crease.
Kathy's nipples were so hard that they felt like they were going to pop like two tight little balloons. They itched so fucking bad that she clawed at her own wrists in her desire to cup her swollen tits and scratch her nipples hard. And her cunt was really oozing juice now. She could feel the slippery crotch of her panties pulled tight over her almost hairless pussy mound.
Frank tugged on the waistband, and pulled it lower. He reached up with his other hand and grasped the material at the girl's hips. He worked his thumbs under the material and began rolling it down over her tight ass.
Kathy gasped quietly with delight.
Good boy, Frank! Ohhhh, good, good boy! she sighed softly.
She felt the cool air of the room flow gently over her bared skin as the panties rolled lower. She could feel the warm moisture in her deep ass crack quickly drying as Frank exposed more and more of her beautiful virgin crease.
Frank thought that his heart was going to smash its way out of his chest. His lungs burned. His brain whirled wildly. He couldn't seem to control his trembling hands.
But he had to go on, now. He had to see all of Kathy's ass!
The panties were now rolled down to the bottom of her ass cheeks, but her cunt remained hidden. Frank gripped the material firmly, and pushed first one leg down, then the other, until the crotch of the panties pulled wetly away from the young girl's sucking twat mound.
The overpowering odor of a turned-on little girl wafted quickly to the boy's nose, and he knew instinctively that here was something extremely good!
His whole body reacted. His little prick leaped into a hard and painful erection inside of his pants. He'd had a stiff dick or two before, so that part didn't scare him. But what did scare the boy was his sudden desire to take his prick out of his pants and put it into Kathy's body.
He wasn't sure where he could put it, but he was certain it would fit someplace.
He licked his dry lips with a dry tongue.
The little girl's legs were tied to the legs of the chair, so her thighs were spread apart a little bit, and Frank could plainly see Kathy's bare cunt.
He bent over a bit and moved his face closer to her body. The smell of her sticky sex fluids was overpowering. Frank closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, over and over again.
Damn it, Frank, don't just stand there, gawking at my bare ass! Touch me back there. Stroke me. Caress me. Do something, will you?
Frank straightened up, his hand starting to reach out to cup one of the girl's perfectly rounded ass cheeks. But his pounding heart, his racing blood, his excited terror, screwed him up when the gigantic German shepherd burst through the kitchen door and leaped merrily into the living room.
Frank jerked, and screamed at the sudden intrusion.
He fainted.
Kathy too jumped and jerked at the sudden loud sound as the big dog bounded through the swinging door. But she almost immediately recognized it for what it was.
She heard Frank scream, then sigh, and sink slowly to the carpet.
Oh, Frank! Kathy fought the tight ropes around her ankles and wrists. But it was utterly useless. She was trapped. Frank was lying behind her, unconscious on the floor. Fred was sound asleep upstairs in his bed. Only the panting, happy shepherd was here to help her, but what help could a dumb old dog be in this situation?
Oh, my God! Kathy cried to herself. Mr. Benson could come home any second. What would he ever think if he found her like this? Oh, dear! Oh, no! Help! Fred! Wake up, Frank! Somebody come and untie me!
Her position was growing more and more unbearable as the minutes passed. The hard back of the chair was pressing relentlessly into her soft, taut tummy, crushing the air from her lungs so that breathing was very difficult and painful. Her back hurt like the dickens. Her legs and arms ached, and her hands and feet were tingling from the cut-off circulation.
She fought to calm herself.
There was absolutely nothing she could do about any of it, except to wait. Fred might come back down for a glass of water, or maybe just to spy on his brother, and then he'd release her. Or Frank would wake up. After all, it was only excitement and the sudden appearance of Frankenstein that had made him faint, of that she was certain. She felt a little light-headed herself.
Or maybe Walter Benson would come home a few hours earlier than he'd said. He would find her tied, with her ass exposed. What his reaction to that might be, Kathy could only guess. But her heart sank as she thought that he would probably never again allow a little girl like her to babysit for his sons.
And that thought distressed her more than the possibility that she might be bound like this for another two or three hours, if Walter was later than he'd expected.
She felt a few tears of frustration trickle over her eyelids, and she sniffled quietly to herself.
Frankenstein bounded around the living room for a few moments, looking for someone to play with him. He lapped at Frank's face but got no reaction, so then he turned toward Kathy.
He froze, his nose quivering. He sniffed.
He sniffed again, and stepped toward the bound teenager.
He shook his head hard and sneezed loudly.
Something sure as hell smelled good!
Frank's limp form rested on the floor about five feet behind and to the right of Kathy's bound body. Frankenstein darted around the boy, and shoved his cold, wet nose up against Kathy's bare butt.
He stroked his long rough wet tongue over her smooth skin.
Kathy jerked.
She cried out, the gag muffling the sound.
Her ass jerked around.
The big dog barked once. His nose poked between the child's warm ass cheeks, nuzzling deep toward her tight little bumhole. Snorting and sniffing eagerly, the huge dog rubbed the tip of his snout into Kathy's virgin ass.
She cried out loudly into the cloth.
She fought hard to free her arms twisted behind her back. Her shoulders were throbbing in burning agony. Her ankles strained at the rope, rubbing raw and red from the tight cord.
No! the little girl shrieked wildly in her mind. No! No!
The shepherd licked her ass hole, nuzzling hard into her moist crack. His grinning snout nipped at her soft, firm cheeks, his long canine teeth scratching the sensitive flesh.
Kathy's heart went mad. She could barely breathe. Her blood burned in her veins.
She struggled with all her strength to free her arms. Her throat was being scraped and rubbed sore and raw as she threw herself about, and the noose seemed to grow tighter and tighter.
She gasped.
She grunted and moaned, and felt the tears slip from her pretty blue eyes. But she stopped fighting.
She went limp.
She gulped and tried to swallow. Her neck and throat hurt. She shuddered and remained still, letting the doggie have his way with her bared young ass.
She felt the roughness of the dog's wide, flat tongue digging into her wet crack, lapping all the way under her crotch and throwing his wet, sloppy tongue up against her lower tummy. Then he pulled the huge thing slowly backward over her young twat mound, teasing and tasting her oozing cunt lips, dragging her juices and his saliva back over her puckered little ass hole.
Kathy quivered.
She shook and trembled as the tongue stroked her again and again, wiping her sticky lubrication all over her young pussy and her butthole and ass cheeks.
She could feel the doggie becoming eager. He lapped faster and faster, scooping out her cunt juices from under her body, often slipping the edge of his big tongue right between her snatch lips and rubbing her swollen little clit bud, pounding deep, gut-wrenching jolts of electric-like pleasure into the little girl's pussy.
She cried.
Her tears flowed in a virtual flood, dripping onto the chair seat just below her head. She was terrified, and yet excited. She was growing hornier and hornier; she knew the feelings from playing with her cunt and her pert little nipples. She was growing warm and restless, and her nerves seemed to burn with a lusty young delight with each stroke of the doggie's rough tongue.
She was confused.
She was breathing loudly through her nose, matching the panting of the giant shepherd, snort for snort.
She held her breath for a moment and just let herself feel the sensations the dog was giving her.
She calmed herself through her own strong willpower. She relaxed her ass cheeks, giving the monstrous tongue easier access to her ass crease and cunt.
Frankenstein dug in, delighted by her submission.
His muzzle ran back and forth deep into her crack, smearing the tip of his wet nose with the child's sticky sex juices.
He sniffed and sneezed loudly, spewing snot all over the back of Kathy's quivering slender thighs.
Kathy moaned, but held still.
She forced herself to relax all over. Immediately, the strain in her neck and spine eased, and her shoulders slumped downward almost to the chair seat. She could almost rest her head comfortably on the seat.
Frankenstein nipped at the child's lush thighs, then licked them thoroughly, wetting them from the bottom of her ass cheeks to the back of her slender rounded knees.
It tickled when he went low like that, and Kathy sniffed back the last of her tears.
It felt funny, but not all that bad!
Frankenstein ducked low and nuzzled the hard, cold tip of his muzzle right up under Kathy's crotch, grinding his nose into her soft firm cunt mound. He nipped at her juicy lips and growled low in his throat when he couldn't get a bit of pussy flesh between his teeth. He backed away and looked at the bared wet ass of the little babysitter.
Kathy wondered what the dog was dong back there.
Damn, she wished this blindfold was looser so she could get it off of her eyes. It was wet with her tears, and she wanted to be able to at least see what the dog might be up to.
Frankenstein barked again. It was all a game to the giant mongrel, and he wanted Kathy to run a little so he could chase her.
The itch in the young teen's nipples was growing into a lusty flame, a pair of pointy little fires that were driving the girl wild with the desire to scratch them, crush them, play with them hard and rough.
And her cunt hole was streaming hot juice, and sizzling.
She could feel the thick, gooey juices rolling down and tickling the insides of her parted thighs, and it made her moan quietly.
It felt nice, and Frankenstein hadn't hurt her at all!
He'd only licked her, and made her feel good in her cunt and nipples. And with that thought, little Kathy suddenly wondered what it would be like to have that giant wet, rough tongue slobbering all over her young breasts, tormenting her hardened nipples as he nuzzled and nipped at them playfully.
She grew more excited as she let the image play in her mind. She would lay on her back. The huge animal would stand over her bared chest, drooling onto her young tits as he panted, his big eyes glittering with delighted happiness. Then he would dip his face down, and out would come that massively heavy, rough tongue to stroke like wet sandpaper over her waiting sensitive tit-buds, forcing her to arch her back and thrust her big breasts upward against the doggie's furry mouth.
She grew more and more excited by the second, thinking about it, feeling it in her imagination.
"Frankenstein," she called, mumbling loudly into her gag. "Come back, boy. Come back and finish licking my hind end. Lick me, big boy. Please?"
She was sweating lightly now. She could feel the beads trickling down her back, under her school blouse. And her bra felt soaked, too. She shuddered, and suddenly she knew what it was like to be sexy, to feel sexy, to be nothing more than one huge, breathing sexy animal, desiring nothing but pleasure, needing nothing but the urgent touch of lust-filled animal.
She wished her legs were free, not so she could run away, but so that she could spread them wider for the beast behind her, so she could feel the licking, slobbering tongue slicing deep into her cunt slit, riding roughly over her itchy fiery clit, and bring her over the top to orgasm, to make her come.
Here, boy. Please? Come on, Kathy begged.
She wiggled her ass wildly at the dog, pleading with her body for his nuzzling pleasure.
Frankenstein cocked his head at the wiggling butt. His grin seemed to broaden as she tried to open her cheeks wider, to expose her ass hole for his tongue.
He stepped close again. His nose tip butted up under her sweet-smelling crotch. Kathy moaned and tried to press her cunt down over the hairy muzzle and rub her lips and clit hard over the darting face.
Frankenstein thrust his tongue out and sent it deep into the child's wet slit, slicing it between her firm lips and running it fully over her clit.
Kathy quivered and shivered in delight.
Do it again. Please. Lick me till I come. Please, please, please! She thought hotly.
Frankenstein seemed to be reading the girl's urging mind.
His tongue lapped over her clit again and again, slurping her free-flowing juices into his mouth and gobbling the sticky stuff down eagerly.
Kathy felt her clit catch fire, and as the dog continued to lick her slit, she could feel the rising pleasure, the pressure that made her nipples expand, the gut-churning lust knotting her pussy deep down inside.
She shook and shuddered hard.
She felt it coming.
Frankenstein lapped and slurped, stroking from the top of her tight virgin slit in front all the way back along her crease to her ass hole, where he tried to nuzzle and nip the puckered shitter.
She felt the first hot orgasmic wave wash over her, drowning her in cunt-clenching pleasure.
And then it broke over her, hard.
Kathy began quaking violently in her ropes. Her entire body shook, trembled, and shuddered.
She moaned continuously into the gagging towel between her wide-stretched, aching jaws.
Her ass twitched and jerked all around, waving wildly from side to side, as far as her bonds would allow.
She tried to clamp her thighs together, but couldn't do it. Her cunt humped forward 'against the back of the chair. Her tummy quivered, pressing harder into the chair.
She tossed her long blonde hair once, then twice, but the noose felt tighter than ever, and she forced her head to remain still.
Sweat poured out of her everywhere, soaking her blouse and bra, drenching her skirt, plastering her clothing to her tight, little trembling body.
Her climax rushed over her, searing into her clit and making it feel ten times its normal size. Her nipples were exploding with jolt after jolt of sizzling orgasmic electricity. Her cunt gushed thick, strong-smelling spurts of little girl come, dribbling the gooey stuff down her thighs, dripping to the floor.
The gigantic dog gobbled the sweet stuff from the girl's legs. He nibbled at the back of her shaking knees.
Kathy screamed into her gag.
She jerked hard, slamming her cunt mound into the chair. Her ass cheeks tightened into two rock-hard globes of tender skin.
She slammed her cunt against the chair, battering her thighs into the ridge of the seat. She gulped and gasped, trying to suck in enough air to stop the agonizing burning in her crushed lungs.
Her arms, bound behind her back, throbbed and ached. She shook so hard in her climax that she thought she was going to break apart.
Suddenly, she sucked one huge lungful of air, and held it. The final wave of orgasm roared over her, spewing thick juice from her cunt hole.
She went suddenly limp in her bonds.
She snorted to clear her nose.
She sighed, and sighed, and sighed.
Oh, how she hurt. But how wonderful she felt! Such a come as this, she had longed for since the first time she'd ever gotten herself off with her own toying fingertips.
God, and to think it was a dog who did it for her! Damn.
Thank you, boy. Let's do it again, real soon! She thought happily.
CHAPTER THREE
Bernie Smith slipped through the bushes, pressed his face close to the window, and peered through a rip in the curtain. His heart raced at the sight of the beautiful young girl who came into the room. It was her bedroom, and Bernie had taken up his position here outside her window nearly every night for the past two weeks.
Her name was Lori. She was a stunning girl, with large, rounded breasts that rode proudly high on her chest. Her body was trim and tight and athletic, with long, strong legs and a tiny ass with two firm and round globes of flesh.
Bernie licked his lips as little Lori locked her bedroom door, and turned toward the center of the room. Her routine seldom changed. She watched herself in her mirror as she slipped out of her clothing, admiring herself from head to toe, stroking her body everywhere before she got into her short nightie and spread herself out on her bed. And on her bed, she opened her legs and hiked up the hem of her nightie, and played with her magnificent young cunt, pulling at and massaging her clit until she arched her back high off the bed, and trembled as her beautiful little cunt came over her delicate hand.
Bernie pulled his cock out of his pants in lewd preparation. He had it timed perfectly now so that when Lori lifted up from the bed and began shuddering, Bernie would spurt his come all over the side of the house, imagining himself ramming his dork into the girl's tight, wet virgin twat hole.
He caught his breath as Lori raised her hands to her throat, and slipped the first button open.
She let a pretty smile play over her full, sensuous lips as she opened the front of her blouse, exposing the tight, full cups of her white bra.
Bernie stroked his dork slowly, gripping it tightly in his fist, feeling the burning heat of the fleshy cylinder.
Lori tossed the blouse onto a chair, and reached up behind her back to unhook the bra strap. She slipped the shoulder straps off of her arms.
The bra came away from her young tits, revealing two of the most delicious mounds of young breasts that Bernie had ever seen. The huge, round globes, unbelievably large for so young a girl, were capped with rosy, pink nipples, swollen in her lusty excitement. The bra landed on top of the discarded blouse. Lori paused in her stripping to admire the curves of her breasts. She turned and arched her back and posed sexily, knowing full well the incred ible beauty of those young mounds. Her nipples were swollen into huge, hard nubbins of rich, pink flesh.
Bernie licked his lips hungrily.
His cock throbbed wildly in his hand.
Lori reached down to the tight belt around her trim waist, and yanked the buckle free. In one swift motion, she pulled the full length of the cloth belt from around her waist, and the skirt slipped down to the flare of her hips, caught there, riding low, exposing the waistband of the child's pretty pale-blue panties.
Lori dropped the belt and quickly undid the button over her hip bone. The skirt fluttered limply to the floor, a loose pile of material bunched around the girl's feet.
Lori lifted the skirt to her hands with her foot, balancing on her other leg. Her ass cheeks jiggled and tightened inside of the taut panties. She grabbed the skirt and threw it to the chair, like a piece of raw meat to a hungry lion.
Lori stood in front of her mirror, clad only in her brief blue panties. She lifted her hands up to the underslopes of her pretty tits and cupped them gently, flicking her thumbs upward over the smooth flesh and rubbing them lightly over both hard nipples.
Bernie saw the look of delight and excitement cross the child's beautiful face. Lori let her eyelids droop, and her eyes became glazed over with a sexy softness.
Bernie's cock gave a mighty lurch in his fist as the little girl lowered her hands to the hips of her panties, hooked her thumbs under the tight elastic waistband, and started to shove the thin material down over her tight ass cheeks.
Lori wiggled her tiny ass from side to side as she pushed her panties down her long legs. She bent forward as she stepped demurely out of the limp garment. Her big breasts fell forward, dangling from her chest like fleshy globes.
Bernie gripped his pulsing prick even harder, and jerked it a couple of times.
"Come on, you little whore. Hurry up," he muttered quietly to himself.
Lori stretched slowly, fully, her arms rising high over her head as she turned her body toward the window. She went up on her tiptoes, groaning with the youthful pleasure of her body.
With a loud sigh, she threw herself out full-length on her bed, and rolled over onto her back.
Won't be long now! Bernie knew. "Hey! You!"
Bernie jerked around. Damn! A huge black figure stood less than ten feet away, at the corner of the house.
Instinctively, Bernie leaped backward out of the bushes, heedless of his exposed cock, and in a single motion twisted his body and dashed for the rear of the building.
He could hear the footsteps pounding hard after him. He ducked around the corner, and slammed his back hard against the side of the house. He was breathing hard, but he forced himself to hold his breath for one brief moment.
His pursuer rounded the corner at full speed, and Bernie stuck out his foot. The figure gasped, and launched forward into the air.
But long before the dark form gave a loud grunt and hit the ground, Bernie was on his way back up the side of the house, through the bushes along the driveway, and across a series of back yards.
He paused once, long enough to catch his breath again, and tuck his softened cock back into his pants.
He shook his head with disgust.
He wanted to tuck his cock inside of that damned little girl's tight pussy!
He looked up and found that he was leaning against another house. He peered into the lighted window and saw the kitchen. And just as he looked inside, a huge German shepherd darted through a swinging door into the room.
Bernie almost ducked out of sight, but his eyes caught the odd picture in the other room. He froze. Was he seeing things? Or was that a young girl bound over a chair?
He watched as the door swung back, and his eyes widened. Damn. It was a kid, and she was tied up, bent over a chair.
Bernie tried to figure the angle.
It was late. The girl looked pretty tightly done up in there, so there must be somebody else inside with her. And that fucking huge monster of a dog! Bernie frowned, and couldn't seem to figure it out. His blood was boiling from his interrupted game. He knew he could get in there, fuck the shit out of that kid's ass hole, and be gone before anybody could be the wiser, unless someone was sitting in the same damned room with her.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Shit. It was worth a try.
At worst, he'd have to take flight again. And Bernie had had a lot of experience in fleeing from irate parents.
He took in a deep breath. The only real problem would be that damned shepherd.
He moved silently over to the kitchen door, and turned the knob. What fucking luck! The door was unlocked!
He turned the knob until the latch clicked open, and pulled the door slightly open. The dog was gulping down water from a huge red bowl near the refrigerator.
Bernie clicked his tongue to get the dog's at tention. Ready to slam the door and run for it, he watched the dog's reaction.
Frankenstein merely looked around. His long snout dripped water onto the floor, and when he saw the man in the doorway, he just grinned.
Bernie pulled the door open wider, bent forward, and motioned for the big dog to come to him. Frankenstein's tail began wagging happily. He stepped merrily across the kitchen floor and poked out his head for a good scratching.
Bernie smiled and patted the giant head calmly.
"Good doggie," he whispered, backing out the door, and leading Frankenstein outside. He simply turned around, once outside, and the dog went calmly into the back yard, happy to be out in the cool night air.
Bernie backed into the kitchen, shut the door, and turned around. He crossed to the swinging door, and pressed his ear lightly against it, listening for sounds of conversation, anything that would tell him to get out now, with a whole skin.
But there was only silence.
He held his breath as he pushed on the door.
Without a creak, it swung inward.
Bernie peered around the edge of the door, and his heart nearly stopped beating.
God! A beautiful young girl really was tied up to the chair, and what a fucking pose! She was wrapped up like a gift, all packaged and ready for his dork. Bernie checked the room quickly and saw it was empty. He stepped into the living room.
He frowned at the body of the young boy lying on the floor beyond the table and chair. What the hell's going on in here? he thought to himself.
But he had only one thing in mind: that bared and ready young ass hole, unsuspecting and inviting.
He stepped lightly over the rug.
The girl moaned.
Damn! She was even gagged! Bernie couldn't believe his good fortune. She was gagged and blindfolded, and tied up nice and tight. He'd never had a girl like this.
Bernie's heart hammered. His blood boiled in his veins. He gulped hard as he rounded the bound girl's body, and knelt to check the pulse of the boy's wrist.
Bernie liked a good ass fuck, but he had no desire to find himself the set-up for some kind of blackmail scheme.
The boy's pulse was beating strongly.
Bernie lifted his head, and his eyes opened wide, locked onto the perfectly rounded mounds of Kathy's bared young ass. His cock jerked to life, harder than ever now.
He licked his lips again as he stood up. I'd better make a quick check of the whole house, he thought.
Someone had to be here, and if they came back and found their cute little bundle of girlhood being ravaged up her ass hole by some stranger, they might not take too kindly to it.
A good rabbit-punch, and the child would be his for at least the time it'd take to ram it up her shitter a couple of times, and blast her full of come.
Bernie slipped quietly through the house, and found only the sleeping form of another little boy. Nobody else was in the fucking place. He was baffled, but Bernie had long ago learned to take things as they came.
He returned to the young girl.
He stood behind her, admiring the tightness of her bonds, the perfection of her ass and thighs, quivering now from the long-standing strain of her position.
She was whimpering, quietly, and the seat of the chair under her pretty face was soaked with drool.
Bernie smiled to himself, wondering what such a pretty little girl could be thinking, all trussed up and bared like this.
He reached out and felt the warmth of her bare skin over her ass cheeks. He touched her, and Kathy jerked hard.
What was that? Kathy sniffed loudly and held her breath. She cocked her head slightly, listening hard for the sound of Frank's ragged breathing. All she could hear was a gravelly rasping, and all she could feel, beyond the slowly throbbing numbness in her arms and legs, was a hand slowly stroking her bare ass.
And the hand was huge and rough.
It wasn't Frank's hand!
Kathy gulped with great difficulty. Her heart seemed to leap to her throat, gagging her. She twitched as she felt the fingers slip down under her ass cheeks, cupping and kneading firmly, the fingertips digging deep between her tight, smooth cheeks, seeking and finding the virgin button of her tiny ass hole.
She cringed.
She wiggled her ass, trying to jerk her hot flesh away from the massaging, cupping, seeking hands.
Bernie pulled his hand away, then gave the child a stinging slap across her right ass cheek.
Kathy cried out into her gag, and stiffened with fear.
Bernie admired the quickly reddening splotch, the size and shape of his hand, where he'd struck her ass. His cock bobbed hard. He had never spanked a little girl's bare butt before. His cock went so rigid that it hurt. His balls ached and seemed to gain weight, dangling against his underpants like a lead plumb bob.
Experimentally, Bernie cocked his arm back, then slapped the child's ass again, harder this time.
Kathy screamed loudly into her gag, and went wild in her tight bonds. She jerked around and tried to tip the chair over, to rub the gag out of her mouth, to rip the blindfold from around her face. She felt like she was strangling. The ropes were too tight, and she was being touched by someone strange, someone who didn't belong in this house!
She wanted to get away.
A third slap landed hard against her soft butt cheek, jiggling the pliant mound and driving her belly into the hard back of the chair.
Kathy grunted.
She shook her head, pleading in her mind for her tormentor to stop spanking her.
Bernie was amazed and delighted at the redness of the little twat's ass cheeks. His imprint could clearly be seen on her pale white butt flesh.
Kathy had a sudden thought. Could it be Mr. Benson? Had Walter gotten home and seen what kind of position the babysitter was in, from the front window? And decided to take advantage of her?
Kathy moaned quietly.
Oh, if only it was really Walter! She would happily stay like this all night, if those hands belonged to him.
Her little heart fluttered madly at the very thought of it. Oh, to be so blatantly exposed for the man she adored beyond all others.
She sighed, and relaxed.
That was the only explanation. It had to be Walter. He would probably touch her and do nice things to her, then sneak out and come back, and pretend he'd just arrived.
Kathy let her ass cheeks relax as she felt the palms cupping and spreading them gently.
Yes, this gentleness wouldn't be something a rapist would do to her. Still, he had slapped her pretty hard. Kathy almost shrugged. She knew she was too young to understand the needs of an adult man. She also knew she was in love with Walter Benson, and would gladly, happily, willingly endure the most painful torture he could devise.
She let herself relax completely, and Bernie took it as a sign of defeat.
He quickly unzipped his pants, and dug out his pulsing, aching prick. It was immense, swollen beyond belief with the new excitement of this naked-assed little beauty, and the wonder of those bright red splotches on her bare ass skin.
He reached back to her sweet, warm ass cheeks and cupped them firmly. He felt her force herself to relax, and those delicious little tight cheeks spread open like a blooming flower.
Bernie squeezed the delectable ass flesh hard, his thumbs working deep into her crack. He found the puckered brown hole and stroked his thumb lightly over it.
This girl was actually warming up and blossoming under his hands, and he had no desire to fuck it up, to make her go all tense and tight. He could sneak his prick right in there, ram it all the way up her tight little shitter before she knew what was happening, fuck the crap out of her ass hole, and be long gone before she could finish her first scream of pain.
Kathy, for her part, was lost in a warm and dreamy world of love. She knew that those hands belonged to her lover, and she was ready for anything. As his thumb stroked her ass hole, the little teenager caught her breath.
Oh, my! she thought. Is he going to stick his thumb inside me, down there? She started to clench her ass cheeks together, but fought the impulse. She wanted to let him do what he wanted to her. If he wanted to put his thumb inside of her ass hole, well, damn it, Kathy was going to let him do it.
Then she jerked.
That was no thumb he was pressing against her crinkly ass hole. Kathy gulped hard.
Oh, dear! Should she let him do that? She knew she was a virgin down there. Oh, my! Oh! The little girl held her breath, trying to decide if she really wanted this to happen.
And suddenly she was slammed forward, her tummy jammed into the curved hard back of the chair, and she arched her head back as far as the tight rope would allow and felt the noose tighten around her slender throat.
She screamed loudly into her gag.
The searing, sizzling, terrible pain that ripped into her tight shit tube threw the child's small firm body into hard spasms of shuddering, wild pain, forcing her into a violent thrashing.
Bernie shoved a second time, and his fat dork sank to the hilt up the little girl's ass hole, his hard balls banging against the lower part of her virgin twat slit.
Kathy had never felt such vile agony in all of her young life. She twisted and shuddered and shook on the end of the impaling cock.
Ohhhhh! she moaned loudly to herself, letting her head fall limply down toward the chair.
Bernie began ramming in and out, fucking into the hot tube of the child's violated ass, hard and fast.
He knew that at any moment someone could come in and find him, so he battered the girl's butt hole for all he was worth, slamming her again and again into the back of the chair, moving them both a few feet across the room as he felt his balls expand and throb.
He felt a deep lust grab his guts. His balls tightened. His dork became as hard as a rod of hot steel.
He pawed at the child's slim waist for a hand-hold. He gripped her sweaty skin with both hands, and arched his cock deep up into her body, mashing the head of his dork into the soft, hot depths of her squeezing ass.
He shot his load of burning spunk into her ass hole.
Kathy felt it.
She felt the terrible urgency of her body to expel the huge cock cylinder. She felt like she had to take a healthy shit. She groaned and thrashed her shoulders and ass cheeks, trying to shift away from the burning rod of pumping prick meat in her ass hole.
She felt the scalding come filling her.
And Bernie suddenly yanked his whang out of her hole, dragging long, hot strings of his come with it. Hot spunk rolled down the back of the child's thighs, oozed and dribbled from her ravaged ass hole.
Mmmmm, Kathy moaned to herself. Mmmmm, Mr. Benson, what have you done to me?
Her ass hole burned, but her heart was filled with joy. She was a real woman, now. Her secret lover had made her one.
She was in heaven, even if her ass hole was in hell!
She felt the stringy goo slipping down her slender, trembling thighs. She tightened her ass around the ring of fire that seared into her. Mmmmm!
Oh, it hurt! But she loved it. She loved everything that had happened to her this evening-the tightness of the ropes, the roughness of the doggie's loving tongue, the stinging pain of the ass slaps, and now, perhaps best of all, the itching, burning pain in her ass hole, and the filling satisfaction of being an ass-raped woman. Kathy shuddered.
Her nipples felt like they were going to explode.
Her cunt was so wet that she was dripping down the front of her legs.
She chewed on the gag for a moment, resting.
Now, if Walter would slip out, wait a few minutes, and then come back, maybe she could get him to make love to her in a slightly more normal position.
She rested, waiting.
She heard Frank sigh and stir on the floor behind her. Minutes passed.
Frank moaned, and Kathy heard the boy struggling to sit up. He gasped as he saw Kathy's come-smeared rear end.
"Kathy!" the boy cried out. "Are you okay?"
Kathy snorted into the gag.
She felt the boy tugging at the ropes around her ankles. He still lacked the strength to stand up, but he released both of the girl's legs.
Ohh, how nice that felt to the ravaged youngster.
Kathy bent one leg at a time, relaxing her knees, lifting her heels up to touch her ass. She repeated this action feeling much better.
Finally, Frank got up to his feet and fumbled at the noose around the babysitter's sore neck.
He helped her to straighten up.
Kathy ached in every muscle, bone, and joint. But she took a deep breath through her nose, sighing long and loud with pleasure. Her ass itched, but the burning agony had faded to a warm glow of lusty pleasure. She almost wished it hadn't ended quite so fast, that the pumping cock was still in her tightly sucking ass.
She remained still while the boy released her from the rest of the ropes, the blindfold, and the gagging cloth. She did nothing to help him remove the things.
When she was completely free of the binding gear, she worked her jaws for a moment, touched her aching throbbing shoulders, and lifted one leg and then the other.
She licked her lips.
She lightly rubbed her raw, sore throat.
She finally pulled her panties up, squatting a little, and tenderly fingered her come-soaked ass hole. She wiped away a bit of the cooling sticky come before pulling her panties up over her drooling cunt mound.
And then she opened her eyes.
Frank was looking at her, wide-eyed, terrified and afraid that he was in the worst trouble of his life.
But Kathy reached out and patted his handsome head.
"Hey, it's way past your bedtime, isn't it, young man?"
"Uh, yeah. Kathy?"
"Hmmmm?"
"You aren't going to tell Dad, are you? I mean, about my fainting and all?"
Kathy mussed the boy's hair, and suddenly grabbed him and hugged him hard. She held him for a long time, then released him, and sent him to bed reassured.
She was sore and aching, but somehow she felt very satisfied with herself. She gingerly sat back down on the couch to wait for her lover's return. Her ass was so sore, but it had been more than worth it to have Walter fuck her silly.
She picked up her history book but left it closed on her lap. She frowned.
A car pulled up into the driveway, and Kathy leaped up and dashed to the window. She peeked out in time to see Walter lean down to give the pretty driver a quick kiss.
She frowned harder.
And then she remembered the first time she'd shaken Mr. Benson's hand. It had been extremely soft and warm.
Walter didn't have rough hands like her ass rapist had.
Kathy slapped one hand back behind her and tightened her ass cheeks so tight that they hurt.
Oh, my God!
CHAPTER FOUR
Kathy spent most of the next day trying to figure out exactly what had happened to her. She was confused about the whole thing, but not particularly disturbed. True, she'd really thought that she was being ass-fucked by the boy's handsome father. But even after she'd found out she'd been raped by some strange intruder, she couldn't rid herself of the tingling sensation in her ass hole, the delightful burning itch.
She knew that she would like to feel that huge cock up inside of her tight rear hole again.
But mostly her thoughts concerned Frankenstein, the Benson's giant-German shepherd. Little Kathy figured that the chances of ever finding out who had raped her ass hole were pretty slim, but she knew that she'd have free access to that dog's delicious tongue almost every night. And the little teen had every intention of getting the big dog to lick her again, at the very least.
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Kathy made sure that the back door was locked after the boys went upstairs to bed. She got a quick drink of water, then shut off the kitchen light. She went into the living room, her heart already thudding hard in her chest as she contemplated the feel of Frankenstein's giant tongue lapping roughly against her bare cunt.
"Here, big boy," she called in a whisper.
She swiped her tiny pointy tongue over her lips as the huge shepherd leapt up from his spot near the front door. He dashed over the rug to the young girl's side, and looked up at her face with a silly grin.
"Good boy," Kathy told the beast, stroking his handsome head. She pursed her lips and clicked her tongue with pity at the harsh scars along the sides of his snout. Except for those, the animal would be perfect.
But the dog didn't know or care about the child's pity. He heard the clicking, and suddenly leaped high, shoving his forepaws into Kathy's tits as he tried to lick her face.
Kathy flew backward. Fortunately the couch was just behind her, and she slammed down harmlessly into the soft cushions.
The massive animal fell on top of her, moving his head as he lapped at the little girl's chin, slobbering all over her face.
Kathy laughed and grabbed the dog's thick neck, and tried to push his heavy body off of her chest. Frankenstein loved this kind of rough play, and he jammed his front legs harder into Kathy's young breasts as he pulled his rear legs up onto the couch. He slipped, and his full weight fell onto her body, knocking the breath from her lungs.
Kathy grunted, and twisted around. She finally got one arm out from under Frankenstein's body, and pushed him far enough along the couch so that she could take a breath.
"Wow. You weigh ten tons, you mangy mongrel!"
Frankenstein yipped, delighted with the news.
He stroked his tongue over the child's bare shoulder.
Kathy shivered at the rough touch, the warm wetness on her skin. She had dressed for the occasion. She knew what she wanted the big mutt to do to her, and she'd picked her clothing for this evening with care.
Nothing she had on was something she really wanted to keep, so if the dog got a little too rough, she wouldn't be worried about a rip or a tear in her skirt or blouse.
She was wearing a very tight and narrow tank top, and she'd been happy with her choice the moment she stepped through the front door. Walter Benson had gasped at the sight of Kathy's young breasts, so fully out-lined under the tightness of the black tank top. The material was stretched to the limit over her full young tits, and the top was worn so thin that her nipples, already swollen with her expectation, poked out the front like two hard little thumbs.
"Well, hello there, Kathy," Walter had said, his voice trembling.
Kathy had smiled her sexiest smile for the man, pulled her shoulders back, and sucked in a deep lungful of air to accent the youthful upthrusting curves of her teenage breasts.
Walter reacted as she'd hoped.
His eyes went wide, and he gulped with great difficulty.
Walter knew that little Kathy was a pretty child, but this was the first time he'd noticed that she was getting to be a bit more than a child.
He'd somehow missed the growth of those lovely little boobs of hers. He watched the girl saunter casually into the living room, and felt his cock stiffen at the gut-churning sway of her tight ass.
Damn! Shit! He'd have to keep his eye on this kid. She was one hot-damn little number, and she knew it.
He almost regreted having to go out tonight. He could just imagine how she'd look, stretched out on the couch in that fucking tight outfit, with her nipples swollen, her long legs spread wide apart. Jesus! Maybe the kid would be asleep when he got home, and he could grab a quick feel while she was out cold.
His cock jerked.
But just then the horn honked, and he'd had to go out. But his thoughts all evening long were only partly on his date, even when she slipped out of her well-filled bra cups and offered her swollen nipples, and spread her own legs wide wide apart for him.
Part of his mind was back at home, with Kathy, wondering what the little girl was doing with that perfect body of hers.
Kathy had been stunned and delighted at the obvious response Walter Benson had shown. He'd almost licked his chops over the sight of her young breasts, and Kathy had been happy that her excitement had made her nipples so big-and that Walter had seen them!
If only she could somehow let him see them naked.
Her heart fluttered.
Frankenstein licked her lips.
Kathy gasped at the sloppy kiss. But the dog licked her mouth again, and this time Kathy fell an overpowering urge grabbing at her tummy.
She let her head rest against the back of the couch, and simply let the huge dog lick her face. Frankenstein seemed overjoyed at this, and he stood up on the couch, shoved his long snout forward, and lapped his thick, drooling tongue all over the little girl's face.
And Kathy, on a sudden impulse, opened her mouth wide. The thick, wet tongue slid over her lips, and the tip slipped inside of her mouth. It felt so odd, but her heart was beating like a trip-hammer, and she was having a hard time breathing.
She kept her mouth wide open, and Frankenstein tried to shove his nose right down her throat.
His immense tongue sloshed and darted about deep inside of the teen's mouth, in a sloppy doggie kiss. And Kathy tried to purse her glistening lips and kiss the dog's mouth back, but it was too awkward. She gasped as she was forced to gulp down a sudden mouthful of doggie drool. It was warm and gooey, and it almost made her retch, but she gulped it down. She twisted her face aside and shut her lips tightly.
Frankenstein simply began lapping at her ear and the side of her throat.
It tickled.
Kathy giggled quietly, and shouldered the dog's rooting muzzle into her neck.
It made her shudder with pleasure. It was like being kissed by an over-eager young boy.
She loved it.
It was even better than being pawed at the drive-in by some stupid little creep. She liked being pawed at the drive-in, but the boys were all so damned dumb about it. She practically had to force them to grab her tits. Where were all those boys who just couldn't leave a girl's breasts alone? Where were all the boys she'd heard about who practically forced you to let them feel your little cunt? Damn! Kathy seemed to find only the dummies, or the idiots.
This was the kind of pawing she wanted, and she grinned at her own joke. Pawing. Frankenstein seemed to read the girl's mind at that moment, and he pressed one paw right into her firm breasts, mashing them into her chest, clawing at the thin material of her black tank top and pushing it down far enough to expose the white upper slope of those beautiful young tit mounds.
Her heart was racing wildly.
The pressure of the dog's feet on her big breasts was crushing the air from her lungs, and the constriction made her more and more excited. It was almost like being tied up.
She quivered as she felt her cunt hole growing wet.
Her clit itched.
Her nipples grew harder, firmer.
The dog pranced over her chest, alternately crushing one big tit and then the other. Kathy pushed with her feet against the floor, timing her shoves with the dog's kneading paws.
She let the animal work the tight tank top right down over her knockers. She gasped as she felt the material slip suddenly free, a tight doughnut of black cloth around her body, just under the beautiful swellings of her bared tits.
Her breasts were completely naked now, and Frankenstein's claws mashed and pressed and scratched them. Kathy pulled her shoulders back as far as she could and arched her back, offering her bare tits to the great animal's rough feet.
It felt so fucking incredible!
The hard, rough pads on the bottom of his feet scraped harshly against the softness of her smooth skin, made her gasp with pleasure as they rubbed over her hard nipples and drove them deep into the mounds of her flesh.
Kathy slid sideways on the couch, slipping down onto her back and letting the huge dog follow her over, until he was standing on top of her chest, one paw planted firmly into each young boob.
Frankenstein looked down at the little girl, his head cocked quizzically. Kathy licked her lips, tasting the cooling doggie drool on her mouth. She gulped it down.
Her big tits throbbed. Blood raced through her veins like molten lead, making her all hot and sweaty.
Frankenstein held his pose for a long time. Kathy waited while he made up his mind.
She had no idea what was going to happen next, but when it did, she seemed to have known it forever, and to have been waiting for it all her life.
It seemed so fucking natural to the young girl!
Frankenstein simply walked up over her body, until his huge red doggie dork was dangling right into Kathy's beautiful, flushed face.
Kathy had seen the dog's stiff cock before, but never from quite such a wonderful vantage point.
She swallowed hard.
She eyed the massive prick closely.
It was like a beautifully curved knife, carved into a cylinder of pulsing red flesh. It stuck out from a sheath of lovely soft fur. It was aimed right at the young teen's moist mouth, and Kathy hesitated only a brief moment.
Then she opened her lips and lifted her head slightly as both of her arms lifted, her hands wrapping around the big dog's hind quarters and hugging his heavy body.
Frankenstein spread his rear legs a bit, lowering his fat dork right into the girl's waiting mouth.
Kathy closed her lips around the fat cylinder of cock flesh and wiggled the very tip of her hot, wet tongue over the tip of the dog's prick.
It tasted very salty and funny, but she swirled her tongue around the head, wetting it down with her saliva.
She gulped the stuff down.
She sucked the prick deeper into her mouth, and felt it grow even harder between her lips.
She began moaning to herself as she sucked and licked the fat dork, slurping the cock meat like she would suck on a quickly melting popcicle.
Her fingers began digging into the dog's furry thighs, kneading the soft flesh.
She bobbed her head up and down slowly, sucking and licking the whole length of the long rod, sometimes taking it out of her mouth and nuzzling her nose right up to the furry sheath as her tongue wiggled and licked at the thick base of the dog's red cock.
Her nose bumped into the huge sac of his balls, black and dangling at the base of his dork.
She sniffed.
Odd, but nice.
She let her tongue stroke over the smooth hanging sac. The dog began whimpering.
His thighs began trembling. Kathy could feel him, holding him as tightly as she was. She spread her young lips wide apart and shoved her face upward into the dog's fur. She took the whole huge sac of balls into her mouth and very carefully sucked on it.
The German shepherd whined, panted, shifted. His rear legs started to move as he shifted his weight from one to the other. He'd never had his nuts sucked before, and it felt damn good!
Kathy sucked very gently on the black sac, her tongue stroking over the hard nuts within it. Her nose began to itch and tickle from the fur.
She released his balls, licked her saliva from the glistening black sac, and moved her mouth back to the tip of the dog's prick.
She kissed it, she sucked it, she nibbled lightly at it. She moaned and purred to herself, and hugged the dog's flanks even harder, lifting her face and bobbing her head rapidly up and down, sucking the red cock hard as she jammed it in and out of her mouth.
Frankenstein yipped a couple of times, then suddenly began humping his dork right down Kathy's eager throat.
Surprised, but willing, Kathy sucked in time to the dog's healthy pumping. Her throat tightened as the huge prick battered deeply, making her gag. She sucked as hard as she could, gulping down her saliva and gasping for air in time to the shepherd's humping.
He moved his legs to a better position, and scraped his claws along the inside of Kathy's thighs, catching one claw in the material of her skirt.
She quickly spread her legs wide apart, and the big dog moved higher. Kathy grunted and cried out around the pumping rod in her mouth as one of Frankenstein's claws gouged downward over her cunt, the claw pressing the material of her short skirt right between her tight pussy lips.
Kathy tried to hump her cunt against the dog's stepping foot, but it was gone. He was standing in one spot now, and suddenly he arched his rear and rammed his prick all the way down the child's throat, forcing her to pull back a bit, or strangle.
And Kathy forgot about her cunt as she swallowed the first thick, hot spurts of doggie spunk.
She gasped, but had to swallow another load immediately. Her eyes went wide with wonder as the scalding jism kept coming, in thicker and thicker jets, hotter and hotter all of the time.
She gulped and gasped, snorting, whimpering. Her throat seemed to take over on its own and gulped for her, swallowing every drop of come that the dog pumped into her sucking mouth.
But the dog had too much for her to eat, and she felt her mouth filling quickly with the thick stuff. She gasped as it bubbled out around her tight lips and dribbled down over her cheeks and chin. She swallowed as much as she could, and didn't even hear the dog bark one loud time.
She was still sucking the creamy stuff out of him, swallowing it down as fast as she could, when the dog was no longer there. He yanked his dork right out of her mouth, and it gave two final spurts, splattering on her pretty face and neck in two thick gobs of come. Then he leaped aside, threw himself off the couch, and darted into the kitchen for some water.
But Kathy was still swallowing. She could almost still feel the massive prick pumping into her mouth, rubbing hard over her lips, crushing them back against her teeth, hurting a little but pleasing more.
She licked her lips and gulped, thrust out her tongue and licked her chin. She lifted one hand to her cheek and wiped the sticky stuff over to her lips, and licked her fingers clean.
She was sweating like a little pig. Her tank top was bunched up under her huge tits, which were lined and welted with long red scratches and bright splotches, where the dog's feet had mashed and scratched them.
She took a deep breath, and sighed with pleasure.
She had purposely worn this short skirt and left her panties off so that the dog could use his tongue on her wet pussy hole. If anyone came suddenly, she could quickly drop her skirt and there would be nothing to give her perversion away. But she hadn't gotten to feel his tongue on her cunt, not yet, anyway.
She smiled and rubbed her lips with her fingertip.
"Wow," she sighed to herself.
She knew she'd found a lifelong pleasure in sucking doggie cock. The spunk had tasted delicious, and the feel of hard thighs and soft fur in her hands was beautiful.
Too bad it got over so fucking fast, she thought. Her hand absently played with her still-swollen nipples, pulling on first one and then the other, as she imagined a long, languorous fuck with some beautiful young shepherd.
She closed her eyes and dreamed, letting her other hand slip up under her short skirt. Her wrist dragged the hem up to her tummy, exposing her young virgin slit, and her hand rested fully over her cunt mound, cupping the warm, moist nest of her beautiful little pussy lips.
Lying happily relaxed on her back on the couch, little Kathy cupped her tit too. Her fingertips toyed with her hard nipple, pinching it hard, pulling and twisting the dark, fat nubbin of flesh away from the firm globe of her big breast. Her other hand began massaging her cunt mound, and she slipped one long finger inside, pushing the tight lips apart as she wiggled the finger deep up inside of her moist, hot hole.
She stroked her fingertip along the tight crease of her twat, finding the swollen button of her big clit. She twitched. She yanked on her nipple harder. She licked her lips and let her mouth remain slightly open.
She felt the heat rising from her body. She felt the trickles of sweat rolling over her skin, tickling her flesh.
She felt the rising pressure deep in her tummy. Her clit was throbbing under her finger, feeling so fucking good.
She suddenly froze.
There had been a gasp in the room, close by her.
Her eyes flew open, and she cried out. Frank was standing right beside her, staring down at her bared cunt.
"Oh, my God!" Kathy said, her voice a hoarse whisper.
She yanked her hands away from her cunt, away from her nipple, and tried to sit up, brushing wildly at her skirt hem.
Frank stared, wide-eyed with awe.
Kathy shook and trembled. She shivered. She didn't quite know what she was doing as she slowly watched her hands reach out to the waist of Frank's pajamas. Frank watched her hands too; his head bending as the babysitter touched his waist.
"Frank," she whispered, her voice trembling as badly as her fingers. She felt so hot. She felt sweat rolling down from her armpits.
She pulled on the snap that held Frank's pajamas closed, and it came loose easily.
She let go and the material slid down the boy's legs, bunching up in a lose pile around his bare feet.
Kathy stared at the little boy's hard young cock. It was hairless. The tiny, tight sac dangling from the base of his prick was smooth and hard. His cock was long and pointed and pale.
Frank gulped hard. He was frozen to the spot.
Kathy slipped forward off of the couch and dropped to her knees onto the rug in front of the boy.
Her tank top was still rolled down under her big tits, and she wrapped her arms around the boy's thighs, pulling his hard little prick right up against her firm young tits, rubbing the pointy rod between them in a slow loving motion.
Frank moaned low in his throat. Kathy purred.
Her hands worked upward over the back of the boy's strong young thighs and cupped his tight ass cheeks. They were as smooth as her own. Kathy had always imagined that a boy's ass would be rough.
She cupped and kneaded the firm muscles of Frank's young ass tenderly, lovingly, as she slid back and sat down on her heels.
She leaned forward, her face moving toward his prick.
Frank gasped when he realized what she was going to do to him.
Kathy parted her lips, clutched the boy's ass cheeks hard, and slipped her open mouth over his hard prick.
Frank nearly fainted when he felt the wonderful hotness and wetness of the girl's mouth clamping down over his cock.
He groaned loudly when she began wiggling the tip of her tongue against his cock head.
He leaned forward and grabbed her head, twining his fingers into the girl's thick blonde hair.
He closed his eyes and shoved his hips forward, ramming his small cylinder of prick meat into Kathy's mouth as far as he could.
Kathy took the whole thing easily. She loved it. She licked and sucked on the wonderful smooth cock, purring and cooing with delight. This one tasted good, too. She was overjoyed. She'd sucked only two cocks in her whole life, and she'd loved the taste of both of them.
Man or dog, she knew she was a born cocksucker.
Her fingers kneaded the boy's ass, her fingernails digging in as her mouth sucked his cock, slurping up and down its length with more rapid strokes.
She kissed it and sucked it hard. She ducked her face beneath his dork, and licked and sucked his balls. They felt so different in her mouth than the dog's, but she still loved it.
Frank pulled hard on Kathy's hair. She winced, but the pain felt good to her. She knew she was going to make some man one hell of a wife. She'd do anything in the world for him.
And for a brief moment, sucking on the little boy's cock, Kathy imagined herself as the boy's mother, married to Walter Benson. God, how fantastic that would be! She would have them all, even the German shepherd!
She would fuck and suck them all!
And then she realized that she was dreaming, realized what she was doing.
She yanked her mouth off of Frank's little cock.
"Oh, dear God!" she moaned. Her own horniness was leading her down the wrong path. She was sucking on the cock of a little boy! He was only a small kid!
But Frank grabbed her hair harder and yanked her face back toward his cock.
He humped his prick against her closed lips, hurting her lips as they mashed against her teeth.
"Come on," he whispered, his eyes closed.
"Frank," Kathy began, sighing as she saw how far gone the boy was already. She just couldn't deny him his pleasure, not now.
She licked her lips and took his cock back into her hot mouth. She sighed, then began sucking and bobbing her head back and forth as fast as she could.
Frank clutched her hair hard and yanked wildly, trying to tear it out of her scalp in his pleasure. Kathy's eyes watered, and a few tears of pain slipped down her cheeks, but still she kept up her rapid rhythm, trying to bring the little boy off as quickly as possible.
And she quickly lost herself in the pleasure of sucking his cock. It was like a hard, long finger in her mouth. She stroked it hard, scraping the smooth sides with her teeth as she kissed up and down the length of the tiny rod.
She felt his ass tighten.
And before she could react, he was spurting his come into the babysitter's mouth.
Kathy swallowed it.
She sucked hard as it spewed out of his cock, and she gulped faster and faster. It wasn't stopping. He was filling her mouth with his come, just like the dog had done, filling her so fucking full that she couldn't hold it all.
She felt it oozing out around her lips, spraying out as the boy fucked his whang back and forth inside of her mouth.
He was hosing her throat with his first come!
He was gasping hard, tearing violently at the girl's hair!
Kathy whimpered, tears flooding out of her eyes at the pain of his pulling on her long, thick hair.
She gulped down his spunk.
She felt it dribbling hotly down her chin, dripping onto her knees.
Finally the boy shuddered hard and rammed his cock deep into Kathy's mouth, and squirted the final load of thick come down her gulping throat.
He jerked his dick out of her mouth, just like the dog had done, but he didn't let go of her hair.
Bent over on her knees in front of the boy, her hair locked in his hands, Kathy swallowed the last of his come, and then asked him, "Are you all right, Frank?"
It took him a moment to answer her.
"Shit, yeah!" he said, breathing hard.
"Good." Kathy tried to lift her head, but Frank wouldn't let her.
"Frank?"
"What?" he said.
Kathy shuddered involuntarily at the harsh quality of the boy's voice. "Frank, please let go of my hair, now. You're hurting me a little bit."
Frank shorted. "A little bit?"
"Yes," Kathy said, her voice a whimper.
She was shocked when the boy gave her hair an extremely hard and painful yank, twisting his hands so that it felt like he was ripping it out by the roots.
"Oh, please!" Kathy cried out loudly. Tears flooded out of her eyes. The pain shot through her scalp. She let go of his ass cheeks and grabbed at his wrists.
"Don't!" Frank commanded harshly.
Kathy fought his hands for a moment, but when he really twisted and yanked, she let go of his wrists in a hurry.
"Put your hands behind your back, Kathy," the boy ordered.
"But, why?" Kathy begged. She was not really afraid of the boy. She was certain that she could topple him over and get his hands away from her beautiful hair before he could really inflict any permanent damage. But the slight pain, the commands, her submissive pose on the floor, on her knees, her bared tits bumping against the boy's bony knees-all of this was exciting her so much that she knew she could come without even being touched on her clit.
"Just do what I tell you, Kathy, or I'll really hurt you."
Kathy crossed her wrists behind her back.
She wondered what the kid could possibly have in mind for her now. Was he going to tie her hands again, like before? No way he could do that alone. If he tried to tie her, he'd have to let go of her hair, and that would be that!
She sighed as she waited for him to decide what to do with her.
But she hadn't considered the boy's diabolical mind. Frank had gotten into his father's supply of magazines again, and Walter's tastes had changed a little from the big-assed spreaders. Lately, he'd found a new interest, and he'd bought up every magazine he could find on the subject.
And it had really turned little Frank on.
He shoved his limp prick against his babysitter's lips.
She understood the gesture and simply opened her mouth for him and took him inside. Did he really think she could suck him off so soon after the first time? Kathy nearly smiled around the soft prick between her lips, but she suddenly gagged and sputtered.
Frank was pissing into her mouth!
Kathy gagged hard and tried to spit the cock out of her mouth. But Frank yanked her face so close to his belly that she couldn't get it out. She tried to twist her face aside, but only hurt her scalp more.
Frank was gasping with pleasure as his piss filled the girl's sweet mouth.
He felt her lips tighten and her throat contract hard as the first hot stream burned down her throat.
Kathy couldn't get the boy's cock out of her mouth so she opened her mouth wide, closing off her throat to let the hot stream of his piss pour out over her lips and spray all over his bare belly, and flood down over her tits and clothes.
Her skirt was soaked, her tank top drenched.
Her bare breasts felt the hot piss stream, and her nipples nearly exploded. Her cunt twitched.
Her nose crinkled at the acrid smell, but she felt the sudden tightening of her own thighs, her gut churning with lust. Suddenly, there on her knees with her mouth being hosed out with piss, little Kathy twitched in her own first climax that made her shudder with lust.
She felt an incredible pleasure gush through her cunt hole as the piss gushed from her mouth. She suddenly shut her lips tightly around the hosing cock, and began gulping down the endless burning stream of Frank's scalding piss.
She twitched and jerked on the floor, her ass cheeks bouncing against her heels as her come washed over her body. She shook and shuddered with deep delight. Her tits jiggled slightly. Her nipples rubbed up and down along the boys thighs. She never even thought to bring her arms around from behind her back. After all, she'd been told to keep them there.
The hot piss blasted into her mouth. She gulped, and as she clamped off her throat to swallow, the piss burst from her lips and flooded out around the base of Frank's young cock. But she quickly gulped again, and continued gulping until the hot acidy stream became a dribble.
She sucked the boy's cock until the piss was finished, and she held his cock in her mouth while she quivered in her own hard, lusty orgasm on the floor.
Her body quaked violently.
The hot waves of climax rolled over her in endless waves, gushing her juice out her hole and down her thighs, wetting her inner thighs and her cunt and her ass with her own slippery, cunt honey.
Frank let go of her hair at last, and his limp prick slipped from her mouth as she opened it to gasp with pleasure.
Kathy rolled over onto her back on the floor and crossed her ankles, tightening her thighs against the hard, gut-wrenching waves of climax. Her arms were locked under her, behind her back.
Frank watched, thrilled to the bone.
He'd never seen a girl come before. He was shaken by his own first come, and the act of pissing in a young girl's mouth had just about finished him off. But this was something else!
Kathy arched her back high, her ass quivering. Her boobs jiggled. She lashed her head from side to side in the throes of her climax. Her hair fell over her pretty face in a loose mass. Several strands stuck to her sweaty forehead.
Suddenly, she almost screamed. She arched even higher and shook violently, her thighs clenched tightly together as her body humped so that they turned white.
Frank saw the glistening flesh of the girl's body, smeared with come and piss.
Kathy gave one long, hard shudder, then dropped to the floor.
She sighed.
Slowly, her thighs relaxed. Her legs slipped slightly open, revealing her soaked young nest of lovely blonde pussy hair to the young boy.
"God," she sighed.
Frank nodded.
Kathy lifted her shoulders and awkwardly worked her arms out from under her back. She saw Frank staring down at her tits and her cunt.
"What the hell happened to the little boy who fainted last night?" she asked.
Frank shrugged slightly.
He felt stronger and better than he'd ever felt in his life at this minute. He couldn't imagine ever fainting again, all thanks to Kathy, his babysitter.
"Thanks," he said. He voice showed the strain of his excitement, but he managed to smile down at the girl.
Kathy looked up at the incredibly handsome young boy. She really wouldn't be able to call him a little boy any more. She was thrilled that it had been her who had given him his first taste of real manhood. She'd even let him dominate her, with lots of pain. She felt wonderfully satisfied with herself. She knew that she'd love to let him do it to her again, when he was old enough to really make her feel real good. He'd be doing it, whether she wanted him to or not, anyway.
But, of course, she'd want him to, piss, pain, and all!
CHAPTER FIVE
Walter cut his date short, a quick, hard fuck, and he excused himself. The girl was pissed off, but Walter was a pretty good fuck, so she kept her mouth shut as he left.
Benson drove home quickly. But before he pulled the car into the driveway, he cut the headlights, and as he swung toward the garage, he switched off the engine.
His blood ran thick and hot in his veins as he slipped out of the car and moved quietly up onto the front porch. Thank God the porch light had been broken by vandals several nights before. He was safe from the eyes of the neighbors. The porch had a railing all along the front, and it was partially hidden behind a row of tall bushes.
Walter crept over to the window and peeped through the slit where the curtains didn't quite come together. He had a nice wide view of the entire living room.
And what he saw made his cock leap with joy. He pulled his dork out of his pants, feeling the stickiness of his girl friend's come still smeared all along the shaft.
Fuck! He wanted to feel Kathy's cunt juice on his cock.
As he watched the little girl inside, he knew he would get the chance, and soon. He smiled as he formed a plan to get her alone, and fuck the hot shit out of her beautiful little body.
Kathy had sent Frank back upstairs to bed after she'd sucked his hard cock. He went willingly, since she'd promised to suck his little prick again, if he was a good boy.
She sighed as she threw herself onto the couch. What a night! She'd sucked off a dog and a little boy! Kathy couldn't help grinning to herself. She giggled as she thought about turning into a pervert.
She was sticky and hot. She suddenly stripped the tank top up over her head, baring her body from the waist up. Her firm young tits jiggled a bit, her nipples growing bright red and hard in the cool air, the blasting wind from the air conditioner.
She tossed the top onto the end table. She stretched out on the couch, full-length, and threw her long arms high above her head, stretching hard and yawning.
She held still for a moment. Then she relaxed and lowered her hands to the waistband of her short skirt. Walter, from the window, watched the young teen toy with the material of the skirt over her lower belly. He gripped his throbbing prick tighter when he saw the child lift her hips and suddenly shove the skirt down over her knees, then lift her knees up, exposing her naked glistening crotch, the beautiful pink slit between her thighs as she kicked the skirt into her hands.
She tossed the skirt to the table and lay back on the couch. She was naked except for her knee socks and her black shoes. The shoes had a buckle over the top of her delicate foot, and Kathy lifted one foot at a time and slipped the buckled open, pulling the shoes from her feet.
She wiggled her toes inside of her white knee socks.
Walter, watching breathlessly, nearly fainted when the youngster casually lifted one long limb over the back of the couch, and let the other slide off the couch to plant her heel far out on the rug.
She was spread as wide open as a young girl could get!
Walter's cock was pulsing hotly in his tight fist. He gulped and forced back the overpowering desire to burst into the room and rape his babysitter's tight little virgin twat.
He gritted his teeth and watched.
Kathy closed her pretty eyes and moved her tongue around in her mouth, tasting the odd combination of doggie come and little boy come. It was a delicious taste. She loved the thickness and the hotness of the sticky stuff, and knew that she had just become a lifelong slave to spurting cocks.
Automatically, her fingertips began stroking her nipple, pulling and twisting the hardened nubbin gently as she let her mind toy with the pleasant dream of fucking Walter Benson.
Her other hand slid firmly downward over her smooth, taut, flat tummy to the puffy mound of her twat lips. Her fingers began curling through the pale blonde strands of cunt hair. Her body began to move on the couch, her hips undulating slowly at the touch of her pressing palm.
Walter stroked his cock in time to the child's slow movements.
He moaned quietly.
Kathy had turned into such a fucking beautiful little pussy right before his eyes. He could kick himself in the ass for not noticing her perfectly formed body sooner, and at least making some attempt at getting a quick feel of that swollen cunt.
He recalled the many times that Kathy had made overtures toward him. She had obviously been practicing her wiles on an adult, and Walter cursed himself for not taking advantage of her affection for him.
Fucking shit! That was an oversight he would soon remedy.
He watched the little girl massage her cunt mound with slow, firm circles with the heel of her palm, mashing the downy hair into the moist slit, grinding the two pretty pussy lips together, then apart, exposing the dark, rich pinkness of her inner lips.
His balls felt like lead weights.
His fist tightened around the head of his prick, and he began jerking it harder and faster, in time to Kathy's quickening motions.
Kathy felt hotter and hotter. Sucking the dog's tremendous cock and gulping down Frank's gooey come had tasted wonderful, and thrilled her to the core of her being. But her cunt still ached and itched, and her clit was still on fire. Her nipples felt like two small balloons, filled to the bursting point.
"Oooooo," she moaned to herself, rolling her head from side to side in the lovely soft nest of her long blonde hair.
Suddenly, the kitchen door burst open, then slammed shut as Frankenstein burst into the room, his long snout dribbling water as he darted across the rug.
Kathy shrieked, but quietly. Both of her palms were suddenly cupped over her mouth, and she burst into a fit of giggles when she realized that it was the big dog, and not her ass rapist of the night before.
"Oh, Frankie, you scared the shit out of me!" the teen cried, delighted to see the monstrous animal again. Frankenstein sniffed the air and dashed right over to Kathy's opened thighs, ramming his nose into her juicy pussy mound and slurping his long, rough tongue out, stroking her slit before the girl could push his face away.
The tongue Lapped her clit and sent a jolt of electric pleasure deep into Kathy's cunt.
"Ohhhh, you damned fucker!" Kathy groaned. She humped her twat into the dog's face, butting his nose with her pussy. The dog didn't mind in the least. He grinned and nipped at the curls of her hair. Kathy yelped as a few strands tore out of her soft cunt lips.
"Ouch! Hey, stop that, Frankie," Kathy whispered sternly. She didn't want the young boys upstairs to hear her cries. She had loved sucking Frank's young dork, but she was beginning to understand that her biggest interest was in this beautiful dog, in the possiblities he provided.
"You think you can do something for me, boy?" she asked. She watched as the sloppy pink tongue sloshed her bare cunt with great gushes of doggie saliva.
"Think you can really do it, boy?" she whispered, mostly to herself. She reached down and patted the top of the dog's hard muzzle. A wild idea had struck her young mind, and she was following it to its logical conclusion.
"I bet you can," she said with a firm nod. "I just bet you can fuck me with that nice big cock of yours. Think you can put it into me, boy?"
Kathy bit her lower lip as she considered the possible dangers in her palm. She knew that it would hurt, getting fucked in her ass hole again so soon. But she didn't dare let the huge animal try fucking her cunt, yet. She figured she'd play it as safe as she could, and try to get him to fuck her ass hole. But how?
Outside at the window, Walter crouched with his prick in his hand. He was stunned. He had gotten to his post by the window just a few moments too late to see the child sucking off his son's dork. He had been thrilled enough to watch her strip and play with her big breasts and wet cunt.
But now she was casually letting the damn dog lick at her dripping twat hole! Good God! How fucking long had this been going on? Walter wouldn't have believed it if he knew that Kathy had never even thought of such a thing until the night before.
He could only crouch there, stunned and amazed.
Kathy tenderly shoved the dog's slobbering muzzle and pulled her leg from the back of the couch. She sat upright. She reached under her body and pressed one fingertip against her ass hole. It was sore, but only slightly painful to her probing touch. She decided to give it a try.
"Okay, boy, let's see what you can do," she said. She twisted her body around and slid off of the couch and to her knees. She bent forward over the cushions, resting on her elbows. She stuck her bare ass out as far as she could from this position, and let the dog sniff and snort at her ass cheeks.
"Come on, doggie. You'll have to do most of the work, you know?"
Kathy didn't know what else she could do to get the German shepherd to fuck her sweet ass hole. She shoved her hand down between her thighs and scooped out a fingerful of her gooey juices. She reached behind her and smeared it directly over her tightly puckered young bum hole, and then pulled her hand away.
Frankenstein sniffed for a moment.
He sensed the child's desire, but he had never fucked a human before.
Something was going on here that interested him greatly, though. He nuzzled his nose between the child's bare ass cheeks, and caught the scent of her lush body.
He rooted deep into her ass, his tongue and teeth working hard to bite at the wonderful scent. Kathy tightened her cheeks and forced the dog's face away from her butt.
"Hey! You be a good boy! Now, you just get up on me and put that nice big doggie cock of yours where it belongs, and nothing else!" Kathy scolded him.
Frankenstein looked properly chagrined. He almost lowered his eyes and nodded.
Kathy stroked the side of his muzzle, then turned back to the couch. Her hands cupped her big tits as she pressed herself back onto the cushions, and she offered her ass again to the animal behind her.
Frankenstein yipped. He licked Kathy's ass. He sneezed. He sprayed her bare skin with the wet sneeze. Kathy groaned and shuddered at the feel of the hot blast.
She squeezed her big breasts hard, digging her fingernails into her nipples. She laid her head down on the couch and clawed her nipples hard as she waited for the dog to make up his mind.
Suddenly, she gasped. The air rushed out from her lungs as the massive dog leaped up onto her back with his front paws, his weight crushing her hard into the soft cushions.
"Ooooo," she cooed as she felt the hard tip of his cock push against her ass crack. She relaxed her cheeks as much as she could, and felt the hard dork slip between them and poke right into her brown ass hole.
"Mmmmm, yes!" she gasped. She breathed in quick shallow gulps as the dog pressed his upper body down onto her bare back. She felt his claws scratch her soft skin, slicing thin lines of welts into her back.
The teenager winced as she felt the dog working at her bare skin, trying to find a proper hold. His cock battered at her ass hole. Kathy sucked in air hard and shut her eyes as they watered with the sharp pain in her back.
Frankenstein wiggled his ass, forcing his dork firmly against the child's asshole. Suddenly he hunched forward. His cock burst through her puckered ass hole and slid deep into her hot ass in one smooth motion.
Kathy's head went back as the cock pole slid into her tight hole. It felt like a knife of fire. It burned. Her ass hole expanded around the ramming cylinder of the dog's cock, and with a harsh gasp of agony, Kathy jammed her ass backward, grinding her cheeks into the dog's strong furry thighs. She felt the huge fat rod slice into her ass.
God! She felt like she had to take a huge crap, but she knew now that it was just the natural reaction to the impaling doggie dork.
"Ooof!" she grunted with each forward thrust.
Her ass hole stretched and throbbed around the gigantic prick ramming into her. She clutched her tits tighter, squeezing hard, pinching her nipples between her fingers and thumbs as she fought the desire to throw herself forward and tear the dog's wild cock from her body.
Her body shuddered. She ground her ass backward further.
"Oh, fuck me, boy!" she grunted through gritted teeth into the muffling cushions.
Frankenstein pumped hard, his front claws gouging into Kathy's smooth bare back. His feet danced over her skin as he humped his hard prick in and out of her tight ass hole.
His rear legs pranced, too. He stepped on her calves as he worked himself closer to her body. Automatically, Kathy spread her knees apart. Then she moved them further apart as she found the dog's cock ramming deeper into her hot ass.
She finally got an idea, and slowly and carefully lifted one knee up onto the couch. She got the other one up too, and shoved both knees upward until they were touching the underside of her big breasts. She pulled her hands out from under her and grabbed the back of the couch to keep from falling off.
Now her ass was shoved back over the edge of the couch, and the dog could get as deep as possible into her cunt. Nothing obstructed his fucking of the little girl's sucking ass hole.
Now he was free to pump hard and fast, and his instincts took over fully, but his cock was at the wrong angle, stuffed into her ass hole.
He growled low in his throat and barked once. Then he yanked his lust-inflamed whang out of the teenager's ass hole and, in the counter motion, shoved it deep into her virgin cunt hole.
Kathy hadn't expected it.
She gasped. Her eyes grew wide.
Her fingers gripped the back of the couch in a death-grip.
Her pussy hole sizzled with the pain of the fat dork's entry. She was tight and wet, and the rod filled her fully.
The dog's tremendous prick knifed deep into her cunt hole. Kathy had never dreamed of such a wonderful feeling.
The cock began to pull back out, and she thought for a moment that she was going to leave her body.
Her cunt walls clenched tightly around the dork, trying to keep it inside of her.
But the dog pulled only part-way out, and then jammed deep in again.
He humped her cunt hard and fast, his rear legs trembling and quivering in his suddenly fast-building lust. His balls slapped against the child's twat mound from the underside.
"Oh, God! Jesus! Ooooo! Uh! Oh, fuck me hard, boy!" Kathy grunted and gasped. She was shaking hard. Her fingers clawed at the cushions. Breathing was nearly impossible, coming in harsh painful little gulps.
In this position, she couldn't do much to help the fucking. She could only lie there and take it. The dog's giant cock seemed to be so fucking long that she feared it might be shoving too deep, stabbing into her body deep inside of her womb, cutting into her and killing her.
She heaved forward with each thrust of the clog's cock. His claws skimmed over her back i and slipped down over her sides, scratching her badly.
But all she could feel was that magnificent ; pumping pressure and hard gut-churning pleasure building in her cunt hole. She was glistening with sweat. Frankenstein whimpered. Kathy didn't feel the great gobs of drool! dripping from his yawning mouth onto her I bare back and neck, and wetting the soft hair that flowed over her neck and shoulders. He whined louder.
Kathy could sense his sudden tension. He seemed to leap into high gear. His cock became a machine, fucking in and out of her I pussy hole so hard and so fucking fast that all she could feel was pure motion. The dork rubi bed hard against her swollen clit. Kathy could feel her lusty pleasure building rapidly, J matching the speed of the doggie's fucking.
She sucked in a deep lungful of air and held it, and buried her pretty face between her j elbows. Her ass slammed backward into the dog's thighs as he thrust forward into her hole, locking his cock deep into her cunt. She twitched. The dog grunted.
And just as Kathy felt the first hard wave of orgasm swell and wash over her whole body, she felt the dog tighten and jerk, one hard, hot spurt of come splashing into her hot, wet cunt.
And suddenly, they were both climaxing.
Kathy felt the dog's scalding come filling her virgin twat hole, and she felt the deeply pleasurable shuddering of her young body. Her clit burned and tingled. Her cunt hole became quickly filled with her own juice and the dog's thick jism.
It spilled out of her twat hole and dribbled hotly down her taut ass cheeks, soaking her cunt hair, dripping onto the rug between the dog's prancing feet.
"Mmmhf! Mmmmm! Oooooo!" Kathy grunted, over and over. Her body jerked and shook.
The dog fucked her cunt, filling it with his burning doggie come. He yipped and whimpered as his loins pumped away, his cock flooding her tight pussy tube.
Kathy clamped down with her cunt muscles, sucking the come from the dog's huge prick, trying to hold it all within her cunt hole.
Her thighs were beginning to cramp from her tightly bent-over position. Her clit sizzled with pleasure. Her heart battered her ribcage with her joy and overpowering lust.
She began bouncing.
Her ass couldn't hold still.
She jerked wildly. Her bobbing and bouncing suddenly made the dog's spouting prick slip free of her cunt hole. He spewed come all over her ass cheeks, then leaped off her back.
He turned away, spurting a few final drops of come onto the floor. And he suddenly lost interest in the whole affair.
But Kathy's come had not yet reached its peak, and she was throwing herself about on the couch in mindless spasms of lust. She rolled over onto her back and threw her legs out straight. Her thighs tightened. She crossed them one over another and squeezed hard. She cried out, gasped, wept, and clawed at her wobbling tits with her sharp fingernails. She scratched her young tits as badly as the dog had scratched her back.
But all she felt was the crushing violence of the hard waves of climax. They washed over her, drowning her, suffocating her.
Kathy threw her head back and gulped air in deep, rapid lungfuls. She shook so hard that her teeth chattered. Her head twisted violently from side to side, and her long blonde hair flew in all directions, burying her lovely sweaty face in a cloud of blonde silk.
Her thighs heaved and jerked and bounced. Her legs flew wide open, and thick, white globs of come gushed from her tight pussy lips and smeared her thighs and the couch under her. ass.
Her cunt bubbled and sucked as she humped the air.
She shoved both hands down between her thighs and began mauling her pussy hard. One hand grabbed at her pussy mound and spread it open, while the other dug into her slippery sodden hole with three fingers, pumping in and out against her swollen clit as hard as she could.
"Ohhhh!" she wailed, gasping and whimpering.
The pleasure seemed to be endless. It rushed over her, boiling her blood, making her flesh turn a bright red with the blush of lusty sex.
She was drenched in come and sweat.
Thick gobs of her hair matted to her face and shoulders and breasts. She spit and sputtered, trying to dislodge her hair from her mouth.
Her cunt spasmed. The slippery hot walls clenched and squeezed and throbbed deep within her tight tube. She felt the juices flowing from her hole like a rushing river.
Her whole body jerked and bounced on the couch.
Her fingers clawed at her clit, slimy with her come. The hard, sharp edge of hot pleasure slowly began to dull and soften. She gave a hard shudder, then a more gentle one. She sighed. Her hand and fingers began massaging instead of clawing. She let her cunt lips close around her fingers, and lifted her hand back to her big breasts.
She cupped one tit tenderly, like she might cup a brand-new baby.
Her thumb brushed lightly over the hard, sensitive nipple, and her hips jerked in response.
Her body settled down onto the cushions, her ass nuzzling deep into the warm material.
She felt the gut-wrenching pleasure fade into a vague but satisfying glow.
She let her fingers slip away from her clit, and felt the last of the gooey juices being squeezed from her pussy lips.
She brought her hand up to her neck, nuzzled it with her chin for a moment, then lifted it to her nose. She sniffed, and sighed with pleasure. She licked her fingers slowly, still massaging her young tit and big nipple.
And finally, she let her arms flop limply at her sides.
She had never had such an overpowering experience in her life, had never imagined a come like this!
Pleasure was one thing, but such soulshattering joy was quite another. She licked her lips. God Almighty!
And it had been given to her by a dog's pumping cock!
She closed her eyes, purring quietly to herself.
Walter saw the whole thing from his perch at the window. He gulped when she was finished. He shook his head. He had Completers ly forgotten that his cock was in his hand, burning and throbbing with a life of its own.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered to himself.
He didn't know that he'd just watched a little girl lose her virginity to a dog. He only knew that he'd never seen a thing like that in his life.
He intended to see it again.
And he intended to get some of that young twat for himself.
Right now!
CHAPTER SIX
Unknown to either Kathy or Walter, Bernie the voyeur was watching the little girl from the side window. He figured she'd be back here tonight, since she'd let him fuck her ass without too much trouble. He'd really loved fucking a kid tied up to a chair like that, and thought he had nothing to lose by a return visit.
He watched her fuck the German shepherd, and then, as she came, he slipped around to the back door and broke into the house.
Bernie had no intention of fighting that fucking huge shepherd for a mere piece of pussy. He would just wait in the kitchen until the big mutt was done with his fucking, then take over from there.
He had just started to press his ear to the door when it burst open, bumping against his head. The dog darted into the room, and for a brief, paralyzed moment, Bernie thought the dog had heard him come in and was about to attack him.
But Frankenstein made for the dish of water and began drinking loudly, dribbling the stuff all over the floor.
Bernie slipped silently into the living room.
He spotted the little girl, stretched out on the couch, limp from her recent fucking.
Slowly and carefully, he moved toward her. He pulled a wadded cloth from his pocket.
Outside the front window, Walter stuffed his dork back into his pants. He had a hard time of it, since his prick was so damned hard and stiff. But he did it, and hoped his sports jacket would cover the giant bulge in the front of his pants.
His intention was to simply walk in on the child while she was resting, naked and satisfied, on the couch.
He would act shocked, and maybe she'd offer to put out, just to keep him from telling her parents that she fucked dogs.
If not, he'd figure out some other approach to her young twat.
He pulled himself back together, then ducked down for one last look into the room at her beautiful young body. He jerked. What the hell was going on in there?
Some strange man was sneaking up on Kathy, and he was holding a cloth in his fist!
Now, what the shit is this? Walter thought. He crouched down again, and watched. He wasn't about to go inside without finding out how many other people were in there with Kathy!
Maybe she was having a fuck party! In any case, Walter decided he'd be better off just observing the situation, for the time being.
Bernie chewed at the inside of his cheek as he stepped closer to the young girl. His fist was sweaty. He held the ball of cloth ready, and dipped his hand into his pants pocket for the roll of electrician's tape. He knew that she probably wasn't going to just give it away, and he prided himself on being prepared.
Kathy sighed and stretched her arms above her head, letting them dangle over the arm of the couch.
Bernie licked his lips.
He knew there were at least two young boys upstairs. A cry from this beautiful little morsel of girlhood would bring them both on a dead run, and he couldn't handle two fucking boys, he knew.
While he was manhandling one, the other would escape, and the cops would be upon him like flies on a dead skunk.
He clutched the wad of cloth in his tightened fist. He crouched down a little bit, and then suddenly leaped. He seemed to drop in out of nowhere, and brought his fist down hard into the pit of Kathy's bare and unprotected soft tummy. The little girl nearly doubled over as the air whooshed from her lungs.
She gasped as the pain burst into her belly.
Her arms jerked down to her agonized tummy, and her mouth flew open wide as she tried to gulp in air.
Bernie quickly and efficiently shoved the wad of cloth between the girl's lips, poked it deep into her mouth. Kathy twitched and shuddered as her body screamed for oxygen.
Bernie grabbed her wrists and flipped her over, yanked her arms behind her back, and rapidly wound several turns of the black plastic tape around her thin wrists.
He flipped her over and onto her back, and pushed the cloth back into her mouth when she tried to push it out with her tongue. He quickly wrapped the tape over the gagging cloth and around her neck. He pulled the tape tight, and wound it around again and again, completely covering her puffy lips. The tape wound around over her hair, and covered the front of her face from just under her nose to the bottom of her chin.
But Bernie kept winding the tape, and now he brought it up and around over her pretty eyes, filled now with tears of pain.
Kathy winced at the pressure of the tape against her eyelids. Bernie pulled it very tight, and her eyeballs felt the pressure, too. It hurt like hell!
Kathy finally caught her breath and began breathing in hard gasps through her uncovered nose. God, she thought suddenly, don't let him cover my nose with the tape, too!
But Bernie was just trying to make it hard for the child to identify him afterward. He m finished at last and tossed the roll onto the couch beside the child's naked body.
He sat down beside her and rested for a moment.
Kathy began to tremble. She had seen enough of this man to know that it wasn't Walter Benson. It was most likely the same man who'd raped her asshole last night, and now he was back for more of the same!
Kathy's heart sank.
But her clit gave a little twitch and quiver. Her nipples, softened since her previous fucking, suddenly grew very hard again. Kathy gulped behind the gagging cloth.
Well, it was too late now. Whatever this guy wanted, she was in no position to tell him that he couldn't have it.
She let her muscles relax.
"Atta girl," Bernie told her calmly.
Kathy snorted at the sudden touch of his hand on her bare breast. Why she hadn't expected that, she didn't know. But it was a cool, rough hand, definitely the same hand that had cupped and kneaded her bare butt last night.
She breathed through her nose and tried to enjoy the massaging of her tits. After all, he hadn't done any real damage to her last night, when he could have. So there was no reason to suppose that he was going to hurt her any worse tonight.
And Kathy found suddenly-and to her surprise-that she was an extremely horny little girl. Her big tits delighted in the rough caress. Her nipples expanded quickly under the stroking thumbs. And her clit warmed and seemed to give off sparks of pleasure already.
She wondered what was going to happen to her next. A dog, a boy, and now, a man, all in the same evening! Could her young body handle it all?
"That's it, honey. Relax and enjoy. I'm not gonna hurt you. Just want a little of that pussy you been giving out so nice and easy."
Kathy shocked herself by nodding.
"Oooo, baby!" Bernie chuckled. His hands gave her firm little boobs a hard squeeze. "You are something else, kid. You want me to fuck you?"
Kathy hesitated.
Then she nodded slightly.
"Jesus!" Bernie gasped. What had he found here? Fuck it! He wasn't going to worry about it. If this kid wanted fucking after all she'd already done, who the hell was he to deny her?
Grinning, he stood up and unzipped his pants. He stared down at the delicious young body on the couch. His whole attention was on her steaming pussy, glittering with the sticky goo of her pussy juice. Bernie could smell the strong odor of her girlish fluids. He reached into his pants and dug around for his prick, no working it carefully out through the slit in his pants. He hated catching his prick on the fucking zipper.
That's when Walter struck him from behind.
Walter had slipped inside when he'd seen that Bernie was sitting on the couch with his back to the front door. He slipped up behind the man and brought his stiffened palm down onto the back of his neck, and caught him before he hit the floor.
Walter let him down easily, silently.
A quick dash around the house had shown him that Bernie was alone, and the fact that he was tying Kathy up meant that the babysitter didn't know him. Walter felt pretty safe, and as he lowered the heavy man to the floor, he felt pretty smug too.
Walter grabbed the tape from the couch and quietly wrapped the man's hands and feet together, then gagged him.
He straightened up.
His heart was thudding hard in his chest. Now he had the bound and naked little girl all to himself!
And she would think it was this fucking bum who'd hit her in her stomach, and tied her up. She'd never suspect it was Walter!
He unzipped his pants and hauled out his huge whang. It was so damned hard that it hurt, and his nuts felt like they were going to burst, in they were so fucking full!
He had been startled when Kathy had nodded that she did want to be fucked. But he was glad he'd seen her nod. Now he could fuck the shit out of her, and there would be no need for a big guilt trip.
She was his!
He glanced at the stairs.
Hmmm. What if one of the boys came down, for whatever reason? He'd be up shit creek, for sure. He glanced around the room and developed a quick plan. He tucked his cock back into his pants.
He bent over and carefully shoved his arms under the bound child's naked body. Kathy whimpered for a moment, then was silent as she felt herself being carried out of the room. She recognized the sound of the kitchen door as it swung inward.
Walter carried her light body out to the garage.
He could fuck her out here without fear of interruption. He lowered her down to the cold cement floor, and Kathy cringed.
The cement was very cold and rough against her already scratched and sore back.
She felt the man tying her ankles together, and wondered how the hell he was going to fuck her with her legs bound so tightly together.
But that was his problem, she guessed.
Walter quickly dashed back into the house and called the police. He told them there was a strange object lying on the lawn in front of a neighborhood house. He hung up without giving his name.
Then, working rapidly, he lifted the heavy body. He staggered under the man's weight, but managed to get him out the back door. He crossed the back yard and pushed through the bushes. He dumped Bernie on the side lawn of the house behind his, which faced a totally different street.
He knelt beside the man and slapped his face lightly until he came around.
Bernie moaned.
"Hey, buddy," Walter whispered. "You come around my house again and it'll be the last time you do anything. You hear me?"
Bernie heard, but the words were far away. He would understand them later, at the police station, while the cops were trying to figure out why old Bernie, listed on their books as a suspected Peeping Tom, was found in this particular state.
Bernie wasn't about to help them, and he never went back to the Benson place, either.
Walter dashed back to his house. He locked all of the doors and straightened the living room a bit. He knew that if anyone came inside, they would smell the heady scent of young pussy.
But right now he was concerned with fucking that same young pussy.
He went back out into the garage and locked the door from the inside.
The garage door was shut solidly, and the door leading to the kitchen had a window that had been painted over long ago, in the days when his wife had been living here.
So, he thought to himself, it's just me and you now, Kathy. And you think I'm someone else. So I guess I can do a few things to you that I've often wanted to do to that miserable bitch who left me.
He knelt beside the teenaged beauty. Roughly, he grabbed one of her upper arms and forced her to roll over onto her tummy. Her big breasts, so soft and smooth and warm, pressed into the unyielding floor of cement.
Walter pulled some rope from the storage shelf at the back of the garage. He slipped one end under the child's arms, just above her elbows, and pulled hard, forcing her elbows to meet behind her back.
Kathy groaned in pain. Her shoulders were straining hard, and hurt like hell. Her nipples pressed hard into the cement as she was tugged and yanked about.
Finally, Walter had her arms bound very tightly together.
Next, he untied her legs.
Oh, oh, Kathy thought. Here it comes. She expected to be flipped onto her back again, and in fact she was kind of looking forward to it. She had been fucked in her ass by a man and a dog, fucked in her mouth by a boy and a dog, and fucked in her cunt by a dog.
All that was left was a man in her cunt.
She felt she was ready for that final experience.
But it didn't happen, at least not right then, when she was expecting it most.
Instead of feeling herself being turned over onto her back, little Kathy felt herself being hauled upright to her feet.
Walter began humming to himself as he prepared the child for her ordeal. It had been so long since he'd been able to use the collection of torture equipment that he'd almost forgotten he had stored it out here.
For the last few years of his marriage, he'd found himself getting more and more interested in playing bondage games with his wife. At first she'd gone along with him. She'd even told him that she enjoyed being tied up, and had helped him invent new ways to bind her.
It had even been his wife who had first suggested the possibility of using a small riding whip on her tender ass cheeks. Walter had been thinking about it for a few weeks, but he wasn't sure that it would be a good idea to bring it up. His wife had her limits, after all.
But during those two or three years, they had played the game to the hilt, so to speak. Walter had bought or built all kinds of equipment designed to hold a woman's body in one strenuous pose or another. And he'd slowly acquired a nice selection of whips and belts to use on her body. Some were light in weight, for whipping her breasts and nipples, and some were heavier, for use on her ass or the back of her thighs.
But his wife had grown tired of the games.
She protested weakly, at first. She'd whimpered when he put her into the iron stocks and began working at her bare back and shoulders with a thin little whip.
Then she began to fight him, and for a while Walter was turned on by that. He would actually have to force her into bondage, holding her down with his whole body while he struggled to twist her arms behind her back and lash them tightly together.
She'd had to be gagged then, and she fought like a demon to keep the cloth out of her mouth. But Walter had taken it all as a new variation she'd thought up, since she never screamed, never threatened to leave him unless he stopped immediately.
Then, one day, she was gone.
A note told him in no uncertain terms that she no longer trusted him, and feared for her life.
That was pure bullshit, he knew. For those past four or five months, Walter had grown suspicious of his wife's evening dates with her girl friends.
The truth came out several months after she'd left, when Walter was shopping. One of his wife's old girl friends happened to let slip the news that she'd seen Walter's wife with that handsome young man again.
Walter had smiled and winked at the old bitch, leaving her baffled. But deep down inside, he was boiling mad. If he ever got his hands on that miserable fucking little tramp again, he'd show her what real bondage was, show her what a real fucking whipping felt like, from head to toe and back again.
He yanked the rope tight as he worked it around the tape binding her wrists. He'd show her, all right. He threw the free end of the rope up over the beam in the center of the garage ceiling, and began hauling on it.
Kathy felt the strain in her shoulders, and she was forced to bend over quickly to ease the pain as her wrists were drawn up high behind her back.
With her elbows bound tightly together, she was forced to bend nearly double, her face pressed close to her knees.
She recalled the pose she'd been bound in over the chair last night. She was beginning to get used to this awkward position.
Walter gave a final little tug to make certain she was going to feel it, then tied the free end of the rope to a pipe along the wall.
He admired the lines of the little girl's young body, pulled taut by the strain of her bent-over pose, and the tightness of her narrow young ass cheeks. The puffy mound of her cunt peeped through her clenched thighs.
Delicious! Perfectly posed for the lash of the whip!
Walter wasn't finished binding the child, though. He rummaged through the equipment in the shed to find the proper pieces, then dropped them at Kathy's feet.
The young girl jerked at the sudden crash.
She moaned into her gag as the jerk sent a ripping pain into her twisted shoulders.
Walter busied himself with the child's legs. He took up the long steel pole and began strapping its wide leather bands around Kathy's ankles. This forced the teenager to spread her long legs so wide apart that she felt her shoulders being stretched to the limit. She was certain that her shoulders would be dislocated if the man tried to force her legs one more inch apart.
But m this spread pose, her twat was fully exposed and available. She could feel a narrow trickle of cunt juice rolling down the inside of her thighs, all warm and gooey.
Walter moved around to the front, and Kathy groaned as she felt the man's hands grabbing her full hanging breasts. He was rolling her hard little nipples between his thumb and fingers, and making them swell to an incredible size with his sexy manipulations.
Mmmmm, Kathy murmured to herself. The weight of the steel pole dragging at her legs, forcing them so wide apart, was a new sensation for the youngster, and she was enjoying it immensely.
She knew she was quickly becoming a sex maniac of the first order, when it didn't bother her in the least that some strange man was binding her, hurting her, and making her body glow and tingle with a sexual lust.
And she wanted him to do more.
Walter obliged the young girl's unspoken desire.
He attached a biting metal clamp to each of her aching hard nipples. Kathy gasped loudly and chewed hard on the cloth in her mouth.
The clips dug deep in to her firm tit nubbins, sending flashes of painful pleasure deep into her breasts.
But Walter wasn't through with her boobs, yet.
He slipped a string through a hole in each clip, and let the string dangle to the floor. For the moment, he left them alone.
He next fit a tight helmet of thin leather straps over Kathy's head, leaving her black tape blindfold and gag in place. The straps fit under her chin and along the sides of her cheeks, and made an inverted V beside her nose. Once they were tightened, she wouldn't have been able to open her mouth even if it wasn't taped tightly shut over the soggy cloth gag.
At the back of her head, Kathy now wore a steel ring. Walter slipped a cord through the ring and pulled slightly. Kathy understood at once what was expected of her, and she threw her head as far back as she could.
Her slender neck arched tautly, and she found it nearly impossible to swallow the great mouthfuls of her own saliva that were forming behind the thoroughly soaked cloth.
Walter smiled at the child's ready acceptance of her fate.
He tugged a bit, and Kathy really tried to force her head even farther backward. She couldn't. But Walter helped her by pulling firmly, slowly, dragging the loose end of the cord down along her bare back between her twisted shoulder blades and bound elbows. The cord dangled down to the floor, resting along the deep, tight crack of her ass.
Walter held the middle of the cord fast in his fist, keeping Kathy's head pulled back. He reached down under her spread thighs, brushing his wrist across her moist young twat to grab the strings tied to her nipple clips.
Kathy was in a state of burning lust.
She felt her body in a totality she'd never before experienced. Her nipples were stretched and pinched hard, and her clit was an agonizing flame of pure pleasure.
Walter brought the strings upward, fitting them between the oozing lips of the child's doggie-fucked snatch. He pulled hard, and delighted in the jerky movements of the little girl's naked body as they dug sharply into her swollen clit.
Tugging on both the strings and the cord, hurting the girl badly, he tied them together and let go.
Kathy was now caught in a dilemma of pain and pleasure. Her head was drawn far back, so far that it really was impossible to swallow without moving her head forward. But the strings and clips on her nipples were attached to the cord holding her head back, and when she pushed forward to swallow, which she had to do if she wasn't going to strangle on her own saliva, she pulled the strings harder into her clit, and they pulled so hard on her throbbing nipples that it brought tears to her blinded eyes.
She worked up a quick sweat, and the salty water began rolling down her bare back and shoulders, down her long, trembling legs, dripping to the cement floor beneath her.
But Walter didn't take any time to enjoy the sight of the dripping little girl, bound so beautifully in her glorious pain and pleasure. He dug deeper into the storage shelf and found his favorite little riding crop.
Now the fun would begin, as far as Walter was concerned.
He stepped up behind Kathy's tautly strained young body, and brought his arm high above his head. He paused for a brief moment to focus his lust and anger on his errant wife, and suddenly brought the flexible rod down in a whistling arc.
Kathy gasped at the sudden pain searing into her bare and defenseless ass cheeks.
She jumped and twisted wildly, heedless of the further pain she was inflicting upon herself.
Her ass burned.
A welt rose quickly, bright red, like a burning, living flame on her smooth flesh.
She wiggled her ass violently to rid it of the branded agony.
But it was useless.
Walter brought the whip down again, this time burying it deep into the soft flesh of the back of her tautened thighs.
Sweat splashed as the crop struck.
Kathy howled into her gag.
Her legs quivered as they fought the tight straps and the heavy steel bar holding them apart.
She knew in her heart that the next blow of the whip would bury itself right between her legs, slashing into her tender cunt.
And it did.
Walter had whipped her ass and her thighs only to test the strength of the riding crop, and his accuracy.
He had the child's measure now, and the rod felt like an old friend in his fist.
A second blow followed immediately, slicing into the lush, firm mound of Kathy's young snatch hole.
A third and fourth landed without a pause, sending the little babysitter into a violent struggle, fighting the cord and steel and leather and pain with all of her strength.
And as she fought, she slowly became aware of a deeper glow of warmth and joy that was growing steadily within her body. The harshness of the stinging whip quickly faded, eased into a belly-warming, clit-swelling pleasure.
The pain seemed to fade far, far away as the pleasure grew closer, deeper, warmer.
The crop whistled through the air again, and this time Kathy didn't try to flinch aside. She even tried to press her twat into the full force of the blow.
"Ohhh!" she moaned when the hard whip struck her cunt directly between her gushing lips. It smashed right into her puffy, wet clit, and sent a hard, gut-crunching jolt of blinding pleasure through her whole body.
Walter paused to let the girl catch her breath. Amazed, he watched Kathy thrusting her ass backward toward him, squatting her cunt and ass downward as best she could. Was the little slut-bitch-cunt asking for more?
Walter whipped the crop upward into her cunt again, and watched her closely. Yes, damn it! She was loving it! She was begging for more and more!
Walter was stunned. .
"You love it, you fucking bitch!" he cried, and whipped her again.
Kathy jerked, not at the blow, but at the sound of the man's voice.
It was Walter!
She suddenly understood that it had to be. How could some passing bum know all about the equipment in Walter Benson's garage?
Oh, God! Kathy shouted joyfully in her mind. And she moaned loudly, chewed wildly at the gag, trying to tell Walter that it was all right, that he could do anything he wanted to her, and she'd take it and love it! Love him!
"You fucking love it, don't you, Kathy?" Walter said harshly, forgetting that he had wanted to keep his identity a secret from the child.
But Kathy nodded.
She forced her head forward and back in an unmistakable nod. Yes, Walter, I do love it. Coming from you, I would love anything. Anything!
Walter stared at the pretty teen's striped white ass cheeks, the two red welts that rose from her pale skin, one across her ass, one lower down across her thighs.
He knelt behind her and peered up into the gaping slit of her cunt. It was bright red with the welts from the whip. It must burn like hell, he thought.
He tossed the crop behind him and lifted his face upward. He pressed his lips against the girl's quivering thigh, and stroked his tongue wetly along the hot rise of the welt.
"Mmmmm!" Kathy moaned deep in her throat. She pressed her thigh backward against Walter's face and lips.
Walter's hands came up around the girl's legs, his fingers searching out the warm, wet nest of her cunt from the front. He teased and tickled the crease of her thighs where they met her body.
He worked the taut strings out of her pussy slit and pushed them aside into the deep crease of her thighs.
His tongue stroked the length of the welt, tasting the heat and salt and sweat of the child's body. He moved higher so that he was sitting up on his knees, and worked his tongue deep into the crack of Kathy's ass, tonguing her tightly puckered asshole for just a moment. Kathy melted.
She wanted to be untied, to be thrown down to the floor and fucked like a real woman.
Walter ducked his face down to the bottom of Kathy's snatch crease, and tasted her sweet juices. She was delicious! The strong odor of young girlhood filled his nose.
His cock was so fucking hard that it hurt!
He couldn't stand it any longer.
He stood up and grabbed his cock with his fist, and aimed it at her pussy hole. In a single swift motion, Walter shoved the full length of his prick all the way into Kathy's tight twat.
Kathy gasped and grunted with joyful delight. Her pussy walls clutched and sucked at Walter's prick, drawing him in as far as he could go.
He began fucking the little babysitter's hot cunt hole, slamming in and out like a wild man.
His hands reached down under the child's body and clawed at her young tits. Kathy arched her body a little more, pressing her big breasts into her lover's hands, offering them to his kneading fingers.
Fuck me! she screamed in her mind. Fuck the shit out of me, Walter! I love you!
Walter's huge dork pumped in and out of the little girl's cunt hole like a battering ram, pounding her clit and fucking her into the deepest throes of pleasure.
Kathy squirmed wildly on the invading pole, clenching her cunt around it as hard and as tight as she could. She was gasping loudly, breathing in shallow gulps as the immense prick slammed in and out of her steaming hole.
Walter felt his big nuts give a single hard squeeze, and suddenly he was hosing her little pussy channel with a scalding stream of come, blasting her full of his hot load of spunk.
Walter pumped Kathy's twat hole full of his thick cream, and mashed his nuts against the little girl's sweetly swollen cunt mound. He shot her so full of come that it began to dribble out around the base of his cock, rolling in thick gooey streams down her legs.
Kathy sucked in a deep lungful of air as she felt a tremor shoot through her clit. It-built quickly into a full-scale quake, and her whole body lurched and jerked and jumped in her tight bondage, flooding her cunt with her hard climax.
Kathy whimpered with her overpowering pleasure.
Now she was a woman, in every possible way!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Walter cleared the deck for the following evening. He called in sick at work, and cancelled his date. He spent the afternoon arranging for both boys to spend the night at a friend's house.
The boys had been delighted, though Frank had looked a little hesitant at first, asking if Kathy was going to come over again that night.
Walter assured him that the little girl had better things to do than to sit around an empty house, and that when she got here after school, he'd send her right home.
Frank, unsuspicious, quickly gathered together his overnight gear and was the first out the door, eager for a good time with his best friend.
Walter scurried about the house like a nervous housewife, getting the rooms cleaned for Kathy's arrival.
He had to make sure that the dog was in the mood, too. Kathy had told him the whole story last night, after he'd released her from the ropes in the garage.
Kathy had been absolutely delighted that Walter had fucked her, and she'd eagerly agreed to this evening's fun and games. And when Walter suggested that the youngster show him her little routine with Frankenstein, she had quickly and happily agreed.
Walter showered and shaved, and slipped into a long robe. He had already given Frankenstein a good bath, and powdered the animal so that he smelled like a whore rather than a dog. He grinned as he came downstairs and sat down on the couch to watch television before Kathy arrived. Frankenstein was licking himself under the dining room table, sniffing at the strange-smelling powder that had been worked deep into his soft fur.
"It'll be worth it, Frankie, old boy. Believe me," Walter called to the animal. Frankenstein glanced at his master, snorted loudly, then went back to lick and chew at his flanks.
* * *
Kathy still ached from her ordeal of the night before, but she was giddy with happiness. She sat impatiently, waiting for school to end for the day, rubbing her shoulders where she could still feel the strain of her bondage. But her whole body tingled and itched. She knew she was going to have the best time of all with Walter and Frankenstein that night.
She had gotten up an hour earlier than usual, and taken a long hot shower. She dressed very carefully, making sure that she would look her best, her sexiest, for Walter Benson.
After what he'd done to her last night, Kathy knew that they were meant for each other. Walter liked and needed to be rough on a girl, and Kathy loved the roughness.
She had learned about herself very quickly, over a matter of a few days and evenings with the Bensons, and their magnificent dog. She had changed overnight from a silly little schoolgirl into a young woman, knowledgeable in the ways of sex beyond most women.
And she took great delight in that fact.
She sat, watching the clock. She smoothed her skirt over her warm thighs, and felt the strap of her garter belt.
She licked her lips. She felt the strap again, stroking it with her palm through her skirt. It felt kind of odd and tight. She'd worn pantyhose for as long as she could remember, and she'd gotten the stockings and the garter belt a few weeks before, just to see what they were like.
She was just getting used to them now.
She had mentioned them to Walter, and his response had told her that he would love to fuck her while she wore them.
She squirmed in her seat.
Damn the time, anyway! It seemed to be taking an hour for that fucking minute hand to move around the clock one damned time!
Kathy was dressed in her school uniform, as usual. But under the short skirt, she had put on her sexiest pair of panties. They were frilly and pure white, and very tight. She had purposely bought a pair a couple of sizes too small for her, because she enjoyed the sensation of having the tight material pulled firmly up against her puffy cunt. It excited her to feel the wet crotch against her pussy, and sometimes she'd slip into the girls' bathroom and twist the crotch into a tight rope, and pull it up very tightly between her cunt lips so that it rode hard over her young clit.
And during the past few weeks, Kathy had finally dared to sit in the front row of math class, and slouch down on her chair, and let her knees fall apart. She got very excited when the teacher looked right up under her skirt and saw the twisted crotch of her tight panties buried deep between her cuntlips, and he could see her bare twat with its slight pale muff of curly blonde hair.
It made her panties get all soaked, and she could smell her juices right there in the middle of class.
What a turn-on!
She smiled to herself now, watching the clock, as she recalled the math teacher's expression of bafflement, looking up Kathy's skirt and then into her wide and innocent blue eyes staring blandly back at him.
Oh, well, she thought. It was all an innocent and harmless game for the both of them. Not like with Walter. Oh, no! There was nothing the least bit innocent about that game.
Finally, the clock clicked off the last minute.
Kathy gathered up her books on the desk top and slipped over to the edge of the seat.
She glanced around the room.
Billy grinned back at her, and Kathy's heart leaped. Billy was one of the most handsome heart-breakers in school. Kathy had longed to have him ask her out since she'd first laid eyes upon him. He had never seemed very much interested in her. Why was he giving her the eye now?
Kathy smiled her prettiest smile at him, and he raised both eyebrows. He grinned harder, and made gestures for the girl to wait for him after the bell rang.
Kathy bit her lower lip. Walter was sitting at home waiting for her, and so was the big shepherd. Her clit twitched at the thought of feeling the dog's fat dick running in and out of her hot, wet slit.
But she might not have another chance with Billy.
She nodded toward him, indicating that she would wait and, later, Billy helped Kathy into his car. He darted around to the driver's side and hopped in, started the car, and drove quickly out of the school parking lot.
Kathy's heart was in a flutter of anxiety over Walter, but she was even more excited by being here with Billy. This was more than she had ever expected. It was a dream come true for the teenager.
Billy talked endlessly as he drove, telling Kathy all about himself, and how pretty she was, and how good he was at this and that, and how sexy she looked today.
Kathy took it all in. Billy was the most sophisticated young man she'd ever known or heard about. He drove with casual ease through the heavy after-school traffic, which amazed and impressed her.
She couldn't take her eyes off of the boy.
She sat close to him, her thigh pressed tightly to his. And she grinned when she saw his hand slip from the steering wheel and drop down to her knee.
She felt his hand grip her lower thigh firmly, just above her knee, and begin to slide upward. It was an old and familiar ploy, one that many boys had tried. And sometimes Kathy had let them move that sneaky hand quite high on her leg. But she nearly always stopped them before they could get within striking distance of her panties.
Billy's hand moved higher and higher, and he kept on talking just as though he was still gripping the wheel with both hands. It was as though he expected the girl to let him have his way, and Kathy knew that she was one girl who would do exactly that.
She even shifted a bit and spread her knees apart, so his fingers could slip down between her warm, stocking-clad thighs to hold her more firmly.
Billy gulped and paused, but pretended that this was absolutely normal for him. It was part of the game, he knew, to appear to be utterly unconcerned, to make the girl think he did this all the time, and that he was never turned down.
He felt the incredible heat of Kathy's snatch. It was like a hot wind on his hand. She was throwing off such heat that he wondered if he'd be burned.
She was moist, too, nice and smooth and slippery where his hand moved off the top of the stocking and onto her bare thigh.
"Uh, Kath?"
"Hmmmmm?" Kathy purred dreamily. She shifted her thighs a bit wider, giving him free access to her pussy and panties.
"Uh, listen, Kath. After we pick up the pizza and all, how would you like to come over to my place, and, uh...." Billy began, but he didn't have to finish it, because Kathy grabbed his upper arm and squeezed it tightly, squealing loudly.
"Oh, Billy! I'd love to! Sure!" she cried, delighted with the way things were turning out between her and this handsome hunk of young manhood.
As Billy drove, he wondered just how to approach the subject that was hot on his mind. He had never thought of Kathy as particularly attractive, in a sexual sense. But he had to admit to himself that the little girl had bloomed into quite a piece of pussy over the summer, and she was growing one fine set of jugs there.
But his attention had been drawn to Kathy last night, when his brother had told him what Frank Benson had told him during school that day: He'd told him all about his babysitter, and what she had done for him!
At first, Billy had shrugged it all off as bullshit, but when his brother got to the part about the dog, Billy had paid very close attention.
Billy had a big dog of his own. He hadn't been able to sleep last night, tossing and sweating, thinking about Kathy and Dummy making it.
Billy had often dreamed about watching Dummy fuck some pretty little pussy. When he found out about Kathy and her doggie craving, he figured it would be worth his time to ask the girl out.
Maybe she would pick up on it, when they got to his place. Dummy looked a bit stupid, but he had one hell of a cock, and his balls were huge and black.
Billy's heart thudded when they pulled into the pizza stand. They ordered, and sat close together, with his hand still up under Kathy's skirt. He was massaging her thigh slowly, increasing the pressure.
He pressed his finger against the front of her tight panties. Kathy twitched.
"Watch it," she whispered. But her smile told him differently.
And Kathy kept trying to scoot her itchy cunt down against Billy's clutching, kneading hand. She let her knees part slightly, and felt his fingers scramble under the tight hem of her panties. She sighed as she felt his hand cupping her bare twat mound.
She was growing hornier and hornier by the minute. She wanted to fuck. She ground her cunt hard against Billy's hand.
"Let's get out of here, Billy," Kathy moaned, lowering her head to his shoulder.
Billy's young cock was ram-rod hard in Ins pants. He grabbed wildly at the key, got the car started and was backing out of the stall just as the pizza came.
"Hey! You want this pizza?"
Billy threw the ugly pig the finger out the window, and sped out onto the highway.
He drove home in record time.
Kathy waited for the boy to help her out of the car. No women's libber, Kathy enjoyed being taken care of, in all ways.
She took Billy's hand as they walked around to the back of the house, and Billy unlocked the sliding glass door into the immense playroom.
"Oh, a pool table!" Kathy exclaimed. She liked playing pool. She wasn't very good at it, but it gave her the golden opportunity to lean far over the table and stretch her tight shorts taut over her ass, and that she really was good at.
Billy left the girl alone in the playroom for a minute while he put his books away. He used the time alone to find Dummy and lead him back to the playroom door.
"Go on, you fucking Dummy," he whispered into the dog's ear. "There's a hot little snatch out there just waiting for your great big dork, boy. Go get her."
He shoved the dog's ass, and Dummy darted through the door just as though it had been his own idea from the beginning.
"Hi, fella," Kathy said merrily at the sight of the animal. She laughed as he leaped up onto her lap with his front paws and shoved his long snout forward, slobbering his wide, wet tongue all over her face.
She giggled and fluffed his thick neck hair, digging her fingers in deep and scratching him hard. The dog loved it. His paws kneaded her lap.
One paw sank down between her thighs and mashed right into her cunt mound. The large claw dug in deeper, sliding between her pussy lips and grinding against her clit.
Kathy gasped.
Her eyes closed and she moaned. She spread her thighs wide on the low stool and let the dog's whole foot slip down between her legs. She slammed her thighs tightly together around the animal's leg, and humped her cunt against the hard and bumpy bones as he tried to yank the leg out of her trapping thighs.
It shoved her pussy into a heavenly tingle of pleasure.
The dog whined as he tried harder and harder to jerk his leg out of the trap.
Kathy twitched on the stool, feeling the first deep, gut-churning pleasure of sex coming over her. The dog finally threw his whole body backward, and Kathy let him go.
Billy moaned from just behind the door. He had been hoping that the girl would do it right, just lift her skirt and push down her panties and throw herself over the stool to let the dog butt-fuck her.
But he knew she was horny. She had really been turned on by Dummy's damned leg, of all things!
He pushed through the door, hoping that the fat bulge in his pants didn't make it too obvious that he'd been watching. But no such luck.
"Billy," Kathy said, cocking her head and feigning a stern expression. "You were watching me play with your doggie."
Billy blushed. He hadn't expected such a straight-forward remark. But he grinned and nodded.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Boy, if I didn't know better, I'd almost think the only reason you asked me here was so you could watch me do that," she said.
Billy's blush deepened, and he was forced to lower his eyes away from those of the pretty girl.
Kathy narrowed her eyes. Was it possible that Billy knew about what she'd been doing with Frankenstein? Didn't his brother have the same classes as Frank? Why that miserable little snitch! He told!
Kathy blushed slightly herself. She shuddered, and felt her anger slide almost instantly into pleasure. Billy had been made interested by what he'd heard about her, Kathy reasoned, and he'd sent the dog in here to check it out. Or he'd brought her here, just so he could watch her make it with a dog.
Or he wanted a blow job.
Or all of it!
Kathy's heart leaped. She gulped and got up off the stool. Her heart raced as she walked around the pool table, trying to figure the whole thing out, and getting hornier and hornier instead of angrier and angrier.
She stopped at the end of the table opposite Billy.
"Is there anyone in the house but us?" Billy shook his head.
He'd never felt at such a loss before. He had always managed to retain at least the semblance of control over any situation with a girl. But now he felt helpless.
"You want to see me get my cunt fucked by your dog, don't you?" Kathy asked bluntly.
Billy cleared his throat with difficulty, then nodded.
"All right," she said. "But I want you to fuck me, too."
Billy's eyes widened, and he nodded again, much more vigorously.
"At the same time," Kathy said.
Billy didn't get it. "At the same time as what?"
Kathy grinned. "I want you to fuck me at the same time that your dog is fucking me."
Billy felt a wave of lust flow over him. This couldn't be happening! She was taking it all too calmly. She wanted to do this. In all of Billy's experience, the girls had gone along with his ideas, but very reluctantly.
"Uh, sure," he agreed. But he wasn't certain how it would work. So he let Kathy take over fully, and she proceeded to set the whole scene up.
First, she stripped. She made a sexy dance out of taking off her school uniform. She very slowly and teasingly unbuttoned the front of her school blouse, then opened it and slipped it back off of her slender shoulders. She held this pose for a moment, letting Billy look at her well-filled bra cups, and at her taut tummy trembling slightly just above the tight waist of her skirt.
She worked the loosened blouse off of her wrists and folded it neatly. She draped it over the edge of the pool table. She laughed as Dummy caught the scent of her cunt juices and tried to stuff his snout up under her skirt.
"Not yet, boy," she commanded, brushing his nose away from her knees.
Billy sat there, thrilled.
Kathy next slipped the bra straps off her shoulders. Arching her back and twisting her arms far up behind her, she fumbled the hook open. Her pose accented the roundness and fullness of her young tits, and Billy could see her proud nipples poking into the silken cups like dark thumbs.
She brought her hands in front and bent forward to shrug the bra cups from her big breasts.
The straps fell down her arms, and she dropped the garment on top of her blouse and straightened back up, letting Billy take in her hot, wobbling tits. He gasped.
Kathy's breasts were full and rounded, riding high on her chest. They were capped with two of the most delicious-looking nubbins of soft, dark brown nipple flesh he'd ever imagined.
He longed to grab them and maul them in his fists.
Kathy smiled at the boy's expression of frustration and need. She brought her hands together at her hip and unzipped the side of her skirt. A flick of one finger freed the tiny button, and the material dropped suddenly to the slight flare of her blooming young hips.
She hooked her thumbs in either side of the skirt and began a slow wiggle as she pushed downward. As the skirt went lower and lower down her long, trim, stockinged legs, Kathy bent over, keeping her face up and smiling at Billy.
The skirt fell to her ankles, and she stepped out of it. She lifted the material to her hands with her foot, and when she folded it and put it on the table, she turned to face the boy.
He was shaking hard, and sweating.
Kathy just stood there. She was clad in a pair of brand-new stockings, a tight white garter belt wrapped snugly around her slim waist, a pair of black shoes, and a pair of very, very tight panties.
Kathy bent and slipped one shoe from her foot. She toyed with it for a moment before setting it on the table, and went after the other one. She was giving Billy plenty of time to fill his balls with come, so that when he blasted her guts with the stuff, she would really feel it.
She reached behind her waist and undid the garter belt. It unwrapped around her to the front, and she pushed it down her legs, taking the stockings down at the same time.
These too she placed on the table beside her.
Only her panties remained now.
Dummy kept prancing all around her now. He was sniffing and snorting and sneezing like a maniac. He kept butting his wet nose against Kathy's legs, tickling her.
"Wait a minute, dummy," she said, unaware that this was really the dog's name.
She hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties and looked at Billy.
"Ummm, why don't you come here, Billy? You can take my panties off for me ... if you want to," she said sexily.
Billy was almost on top of her before she finished the sentence. His hands clawed at the front of the tight panties, and he finally got his fingers thrust down inside the front of the waistband. He hauled them down her legs in a frenzy of anticipation.
Laughing, Kathy held his head in her hands, and suddenly the boy was kissing her naked pussy mound. She jerked, and yanked his hair hard, locking his face tightly to her thighs, pulling his lips against her cunt.
His tongue licked out and plunged between her wet twat lips, and stroked her swollen clit back and forth. He kissed and sucked, driving her ass back against the table.
Kathy spread her legs as wide as she could in her standing position. Billy nuzzled his lips and tongue deep into her slit, sucking out the first oozings of her sweet juices.
But Kathy was too horny for eating.
She wanted a cock inside of her.
One in her cunt, and one in her ass!
One human, and one doggie!
She pushed Billy's face away from her twat, and Dummy darted in. His tongue swiped over her cunt mound and soaked it in doggie saliva in one wide, sloshing lick.
It felt wonderful!
Kathy twitched, and her cunt sizzled, her nipples seeming to grow to ten times their normal size.
"Oooo, let's hurry, Billy! Pile up some pillows on the floor. Hurry! Please hurry!" Kathy begged. She was so fucking hot and horny that she was clawing the air, clawing her own flesh.
Billy grabbed two big pillows from the couch near the sliding door and threw them at Kathy's bare feet. Dancing and wiggling, the young girl held her hands out to Billy as he quickly stripped off his own clothing.
"Oooo, nice," she purred at the sight of his hard cock.
She knelt down in front of him and sucked on his big, hot prick for a few minutes, making the boy moan and thrust his hips, trying to come in her mouth.
But Kathy wanted his cock someplace else.
She stepped back to the pool table and stretched her upper body over the top, mashing her big breasts into the green cloth. Her tight butt stuck out toward Billy, invitingly.
"Come on, honey! Put that big cock of yours right up my asshole! Come on, Billy!" Kathy whimpered, twisting so she could watch the boy move up close behind her.
She felt the head of his cock poke between her hard ass cheeks. Billy grabbed one hot cheek in each hand and spread them wide open. His prick pressed at Kathy's soft little shit hole, and she helped him by wiggling backward over the hard pole.
Billy moaned as he felt his cock sinking slowly into Kathy's hot, tight ass. So fucking tight! He could feel his dork being squeezed up the channel as though it was plowing through hot, thick tar.
Finally, his balls rested against the lower part of Kathy's wet slit. She tightened her asshole muscles and held the boy in place.
"Lay back down over those pillows, on your back, Billy."
"Huh?"
"Just do as I say," Kathy told him. She straightened up a little bit and started walking him backward to the pile of firm pillows.
Carefully, trying not to pull his prick from her hole, Billy worked them both down over the mound on the floor. Billy was on his back, his ass arched high and his prick shoved all the way up Kathy's shitter.
Kathy was sprawled out on her back, on top of Billy.
"Grab my breasts, Billy. Squeeze them hard!"
The young boy needed no more urging. His hands grabbed her big tits like twin cobras, his fingernails digging into the soft, smooth flesh of her young tit mounds and clutching hard, kneading and squeezing and massaging them.
Kathy felt her clit screaming for pressure and friction. She fought to keep her own hands away, and gasped with the hard, hot pleasure of the boy's dork up her asshole.
And all this time, Dummy hadn't been idle. His nose told him that good things were coming, and that it was absolutely right.
As Kathy spread her long legs wide apart, the dog licked her bare thigh once and tasted the slight traces of her sweet cunt juices.
Tail wagging, Dummy bounded around her feet and up between her legs. Arched high on the pillows, Kathy jerked at the first swipe of the dog's great tongue across her slippery oozing cunt mound.
"Come on, doggie boy. Come on up here," Kathy called. She was going crazy. The cock up her ass was driving her wild with lust. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer.
"Come on, big boy," she called again, patting her bare taut belly with both hands.
Dummy looked up at her and suddenly leaped, his front paws pressing onto her tummy.
"Ooof!" Kathy grunted, with the weight of the dog's front legs driving into her soft belly. But she felt his huge doggie cock, already hard and hot, poking right into her cunt mound.
She squirmed and wiggled until her cunt lips were parted by the dog's dork head, and she humped slightly against it, trying to make the dog get the idea.
And suddenly, Dummy did get the idea.
He gave one hard thrust, and his immense red whang sank into Kathy's wet cunt hole to the fucking hilt, sending the youngster into a shrieking climb up the walls of pleasure.
Billy gripped her nipples between his thumbs and fingers and pinched and twisted the hard nubs.
His cock felt like it was expanding. His nuts hurt like hell. They felt so full they must be ready to explode!
Kathy felt her cunt walls clench around Dummy's pumping cock, sucking at it hard. The dog pumped wildly into her cunt hole, battering his giant prick in and out and hunching his rear legs up tightly against her thighs.
Kathy moaned and threw her head from side to side on Billy's chest, lashing his face with her long blonde hair. She clawed at his hands, then thrust both hands deep into the soft warm fur of the dog's panting throat. She was wild with lust and desire.
Her body jumped with each deep thrust into her hot twat hole. She tightened her ass and arched her hips, pulling on Billy's prick below, and pumping upward onto the dog's monster cock above.
The dog's great forefeet kneaded her tummy, his claws scratching the smooth skin as he sought a better hold, slipping and sliding as he humped her cunt box.
Dummy was panting hard. He drooled heavily onto Kathy's chest and face, and soaked Billy's hands as he clawed the young teen's pretty tits.
He humped and pumped into her pussy hole for all he was worth, and began whimpering and whining.
"Oooo! Fuck me, boy!" Kathy purred, scratching deep into the dog's fur. She could feel the heavy black sac of his balls slapping rhythmically against her pussy lips.
"Do it, you big doggie," she begged. She chewed her lips and thrust her ass wildly up and down on Billy's dork, humping the dog's fat cock cylinder with her cunt.
Billy suddenly groaned loudly and clutched her tits harder. He arched up off the pillows and rammed his dork all the way up Kathy's hot asshole, locking his belly to her ass cheeks, jamming his dork head into the deepest part of her ass.
His prick blasted her shit tube with his scalding come.
"Oh! Billy! Oooommmm!" Kathy purred and whimpered. She felt the burning blasts filling her asshole. She could feel the thick goo backing up and forcing itself out around the base of Billy's prick as he began thrusting in and out of her asshole.
And the dog yipped loudly once and began pumping like a maniac, his legs dancing on her tummy as his huge prick spewed her cunt full of doggie come.
Kathy was trapped between them both, and they were both coming deep inside of her body. They were filling her holes totally with their hot, eager spunk.
Kathy lay there gasping, her body shaking and thrusting up and down, wiggling wildly from side to side. She thrashed her head madly, whipping both Billy's face and the big dog's long panting snout.
They fucked her holes well.
And she felt the slow deep heat rising up in her belly. It swept upward over her whole body, and made her clit twitch against the doggie's pumping prick. She arched even higher and suddenly slammed back down onto Billy's cock, shuddering violently as her own hard climax blasted over her.
"Oh! Oh! Uh! Mmmm! God! God!" Kathy grunted in time to her own shuddering contractions. Her body jerked hard, gushing her hot juice all over the dog's hard cock, spilling her thick gooey juices out of her pussy lips around Dummy's prick and dribbling it onto the boy's thighs and balls, smearing the wetness under her ass cheeks.
"God! Mmmm, it's so fucking good, boy! Fuck me, Billy!" she begged, pleading first with the dog, then with the boy, to keep fucking her holes.
The dog barked again, and shook hard. His paws ground down into the girl's bare belly as he clawed for a better position. But his humping was almost over. He fucked his rigid fuck pole into her tight twat hole one last time, spurting a thick glob of doggie juice deep into her cunt. Then he yanked his hard whang out of her body, and dripped the last few drops onto her matted cunt hair.
He bounded aside, sniffing and sneezing loudly.
Billy felt his cock blasting the girl's asshole endlessly. His balls were so full that he thought he could fill every hole in her body at the same time.
Kathy was writhing on top of him. He clamped onto her tits with both hands, but she pulled them away. He gripped her wet cunt lips in both hands and thrust his fingers inside, working her hard clit nubbin under his thumb and mashing it, rubbing it as it tingled. The girl's steaming twat channel flooded all over his hands.
She humped the air, her body leaping and bouncing insanely on top of the boy.
Dummy sauntered over and began lapping at her bare young breasts, his rough tongue sending thrills of electric-like pleasure jolting into her spine, making her shudder even harder.
"Ohhhh, good doggie!" Kathy moaned. She felt a second wave of climax wash over her as the dog kept licking and nipping at her hardened nipples.
Billy's hands were drenched with Kathy's come.
He rubbed and fucked and thrust his still hard prick in and out of her asshole. He gasped, arched his ass high one last time, and gushed the last of his come deep into her shit tube.
Then he dropped heavily back onto the pillows, his hands and arms flopping limply aside.
Dummy lapped and tongued Kathy's big nipples, licking the salty fluid from her sweaty skin.
Kathy quivered in her second orgasm. She shuddered and shook. She finally gave a long, loud moan, and went limp.
Her body jerked once as the dog nipped right into her nipple flesh.
"Ouch," she whispered weakly.
The dog drooled onto her skin and suddenly squatted down next to her, and thrust his long head out over her big breasts. He rested his head on her warm skin, his big eyes looking up at her pretty face.
Kathy gave a tiny quiver.
Billy's cock slipped limply from her aching, throbbing, come-filled asshole, and she could feel her ass oozing his sticky goo onto his spent balls.
She moaned softly.
The dog rolled his head and grinned at her. Billy groaned.
Kathy felt wonderful. She lifted her arms high above her head and stretched hard. She felt the doggie come squeezing from her pulsing pussy lips.
"Mmmm," she said quietly.
Billy lifted one arm and cupped one of her hot, wet tits.
"Let's you and I go steady, Kathy," he said, giving the girl's breast a gentle squeeze.
"You and me, and your doggie?" Kathy said lightly.
