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Dogged
by Lord Malinov

<malinov@mindless.com>

~~~

"Kevin!"

My eyes opened reluctantly.  I tried to read the red glow of my 
clock.  Someone banged on the door, downstairs.

"You bastard!"  It sounded as if the woman was hitting the door with 
a crowbar.  I found my glasses and winced as I realized what time it 
was.  "Fucking asshole," she screamed.  I pulled on a pair of shorts 
and went to the window.

"Kevin!" she screamed in a long wail that betrayed both fury and 
pain.  "Kevin!"  I pushed the window open.

"Hey," I called down.  "Kevin's not here."

"I'll fucking kill him," she shouted.  I didn't recognize Debbie at
first.  She had always been really quiet, when she came by the
house with Kevin.  It's funny how different people can sound 
when they're drunk and mad.  When she stepped away from the 
door to shoot her anger at my window, there was no mistaking the 
bright flame of her hair and her soft pretty face.  I've said it 
before;  Kevin gets girls he doesn't deserve.  Nevertheless, I was a 
little glad when I recognized the raving lunatic as Debbie.

"Hey, Debbie," I said, emphasizing my weariness. "Come back on 
Monday.  You can get in line to kill him then."

"I fucking will!  The fucker left me waiting all fucking night." 
Then Debbie screamed and stumbled on the step down from the 
porch.  A light came on at the house across the street.  

"Great," I said to myself.  Miss Blanche would have had the police 
here in about three minutes, once she realized it was our house 
causing the trouble.  "Debbie," I called down in a hushed voice.  
"I'll be down in a second.  Just keep cool."

"Kevin," she moaned out loudly.  I stubbed my toe on the leg of my 
desk as I tried to get to the front door.  

"Fuck," I muttered, hopping down the stairs as I rubbed my injured 
foot.  I could deal with Debbie.  I didn't want cops dropping by at 
two thirty in the morning.  I unlocked the door and Debbie fell 
in, collapsing onto the linoleum.

"Oh, Brian," she said as I helped her stand up.  "I'm sorry about 
this.  He's really not here?"

"He flew out this morning.  Business, I think."

"Liar," she said sharply, her gaze suddenly fierce.

"I . . . ,"  I started, shrinking back from the accusation.

"No," said Debbie, sounding sorry again.  She walked into the 
living room and sat down on the tweed sofa with a sigh.  Her 
black skirt rode high as she slid lower, exposing a generous view of 
her white satin panties.  I coughed and went into the kitchen to 
start some coffee.  "Kevin's my problem," she said.  "I won't make 
you rat on your brother."

"Hell, he's been my problem longer than he's been yours.  I gave up 
protecting him a long time ago.  He told me it was business, but he'd 
lie to me just as quick as he'd lie to you.  He's a real dogg."

"I know he's with that bitch, Sherry."  Something told me she was 
right, but it didn't matter.  If Kevin wasn't with Sherry, it only 
meant he was dogging some other girl.  Picking one of his women for 
jealous rage would seriously miss the point.  As far as I could tell, 
Kevin didn't care about any of them.  All he wanted to do was shoot 
and score.  The smell of brewing coffee made me nauseous.

"You want some coffee?" I asked.

"How about some wine?"  Debbie replied sleepily.  I turned off the 
coffee maker and pulled a bottle of Chablis from the fridge.  All our 
glasses were dirty, so I poured two coffee mugs of the purple wine.

"You can sleep here," I said, handing her the mug.  "I'm not 
going to let you drive if you drink that."  Debbie smiled.

"Brian," she said seductively, holding the cup up to knock mine.  
"You dogg."

"Runs in the family, I guess."  

"One of you is adopted," Debbie said.  "Or you took the good genes 
and left Kevin the bad ones."

"Kevin's just like Dad," I said.  

"Figures," Debbie said. "My father . . . "

'The thing I don't get is, you're a bright girl, beautiful too."

"Brian," she purred.  I took a drink of wine to steel my nerves.

"You know Kevin's a dogg.  He's lied to you a million times . . ."

"Really?" asked Debbie.  Her tone was angry, but her body seemed to 
have something else in mind.  I could clearly see the puff of an
aroused pussy creasing her immodest panties.  Hints of stiff nipples 
appeared in the cotton blouse she wore.

"Why do you put up with his shit?" I asked abruptly.

"He's so sweet when he talks.  Even when I know he's lying, I want to 
believe him and so I just do.  Then, when he goes to far and I 
decide to ignore him or hit him or whatever I do, he turns up the 
charm and it's like a lullaby, and the madness goes away and then he 
fucks the rage out of me.  He's like a drug.  I know it's killing me, 
but, goddammit, give me another hit."

As Debbie spoke, she rubbed her pussy gently.  All I was wearing was 
a pair of nylon shorts and my prick quickly threatened to pop into 
view.  I tried to adjust myself as I sat on the easy chair, but with 
every brush of my fingers, my cock leapt higher.  Linda, the closest 
thing I had to a girlfriend at that point, had been out of town for 
two months.  I was hurting to get laid and Debbie was sticking 
needles in my wound.

"Forget him," I said after clearing my throat.  "You deserve better 
than my little brother is ever going to give you."

"Yeah," Debbie said, her voice low.  Her right hand still fiddled 
with the fabric between her thighs.  "What about you?" she asked.

"I'd just use you and make you miserable.  It runs in the family.  
I'm twice the dogg he is."

"I don't believe you," Debbie said in a whisper.  Her eyes were 
closed.  I sat quietly, nursing my mug of wine, daring myself to 
stand up.  Sexual hunger was making my heart pound like the timpani 
in a bad orchestra.  Debbie's fingers stopped their small circles, 
and rested quietly on the crest of her barely shrouded secrets.  I 
stared, imagining, unable to help myself.

"Can I get you a blanket?" I finally asked.  Debbie didn't 
answer.  I thought about getting up, but instead I fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but it was still dark when I awoke.  
Debbie was sucking on my dick.  I lifted my hips to push myself 
deeper into her warm throat and then I opened my eyes.  Her tongue 
tickled my stiffness as she slipped rhythmically from bottom to top 
and back again.  Waves of pleasure poured over me.  I wove my fingers 
through her thick mane, letting my hands follow the bob of her 
head, up and down.  

"Debbie?" I suddenly asked, realizing by pieces what was happening.

"Mmmm," she moaned, still playing my flute.

"Wicked girl," I chastised her lovingly.  She tickled my balls and 
then pushed my cock deep.  "Are you sure?"  Debbie halted the 
wet suckle.

"Don't you want me?" she asked, coyly.  She sank my sensitive prick 
back into her moist mouth.

"Yeah," I said slowly.  "I just. . . "  All at once, Debbie stopped.  
She stepped back into the soft beam of moonlight streaming through 
the front window.  I tried to catch my breath while I resisted the 
urge to leap up and take her.  Debbie peeled off her tight blouse.  
Her tits bounced as she let her shirt fall.  My cock throbbed with 
a carnivore's hunger at the sight of her big liquid breasts.  "Wow," 
I said.  Debbie smiled and unzipped her skirt.  The black cloth hit 
the floor in a puddle.

"You're just going to fuck me," she said.  "That's all I want from 
you."  I nodded my head, mesmerized by the shadowy vision of her 
naked body.  "Please," she said.  "I just want you to fuck me."

"Okay," I said, at a complete loss for words.  Debbie came over and 
took hold of my hard-on. 

"Promise?" she asked.

"Yes," I said as she guided me into the hot pit of her cunt.

"Good," she said, thrusting hard against my pelvis, driving me deep 
inside.  "I was so angry," Debbie said, her titties bouncing 
steadily.  "I have to fuck."  I squeezed her full round ass.  "Your 
dickhead brother taught me this."  She bit her lip and pinched a 
nipple hard.

"So beautiful," I said, trying to hold my excitement while I watched 
her ride me.

"Call me your fuck bitch," she said.  

"Fuck bitch," I said softly.

"I'm your fuck bitch," she said, anger raging in her voice.  My cock 
shot straight into her.

"Fuck bitch!" I screamed.  Debbie shuddered wildly at my thrust, as 
though an electric shock had taken hold of her cunt and she flailed 
in the ripping current.  I went mad.  I came hard but wouldn't stop 
fucking, driving hard to keep my cock fueled.  Debbie whimpered, 
collapsed in tremors of ecstasy, but I turned her over and started 
pounding her hard from behind.  I slapped her white bottom as I 
fucked her, called her my slut and my hot fucking cunt.  Debbie 
screamed in rages of passion until I wondered if the cops wouldn't be 
showing up soon.  Finally I pulled my hammer free and spent a thick 
load in her mouth.    My memories of the scene are vague, but that's 
what I remember, anyway.

When I woke up again, the sun shone brightly.  Debbie still lay 
wrapped around me.  I kissed her cheek and pulled myself free.  She 
hardly stirred.  I pulled on my shorts and started a new pot of 
coffee.

"Oh, God," she groaned as I set the table for breakfast.

"Good morning, Debbie," I said.  "Want some coffee?"

"Oh, wow," she said as she looked for her clothes.  "Yeah, I guess 
so."

"I was getting ready to make omelets, but I have grapefruit or bagels 
or cereal, if you prefer."

"You're so sweet," she said, pulling on her panties.  "I can't 
believe you."

"And you're beautiful," I said, bringing her a mug of steaming 
coffee.

"No," Debbie said with a blush, pushing her straggled mane of hair 
away from her face.  "You don't have to do this," she said, sitting 
at the table.  She took a sip.  "I mean, I didn't mean to . . . ."

"Look.  I know we didn't plan this, but I've had a crush on you for a 
long while, Debbie," I confessed.  "After last night, I'm going to do 
my best to keep you.  If you don't mind my trying."

"Brian," she said sweetly.  I blushed and sat next to her.  
Her bright green eyes opened wide as she looked at me and then 
she leaned forward to kiss me.  A sultry smile spoke volumes of 
encouragement and my heart skipped a beat.  I tickled her thigh 
absentmindedly.  "But what about Kevin?" she asked.

"I'm kicking him out.  He's behind in his rent anyway.  Besides, 
there are always girls trying to bust down the door and kill him.  I 
don't need anymore of that.  He can go live with Mom.  She's used to 
that shit."

"But you said you only wanted to use me," said Debbie with a smirk.

"I lied," I said.  "I can't help it.  Runs in the family.  And I have 
to warn you;  I'll probably lie again."

"You dogg," she said, rubbing the crease in her panties.  "God help 
me, but I do love it when you lie to me."

"Well, I'll never be faithful," I said as I took her in my arms.  
"And there is no way I'm ever going to love you."

"Now don't make me mad," she said, pulling me closer.  "You bad, bad 
dogg."

~~~

Dogged
by Lord Malinov

<malinov@mindless.com>


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